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LAST TIME ON CHAOS QUEST! You entered a dark dimension in order to fight Cegorach the Laughing God. He's not to happy about you breaking into his monochrome learning center
"Shall we get started mortal?" He asks taking a stance along with you, before you slam DoomDunk right into him...it bounces right off him
What do you do lord?
Last threads:>>158869
http://boards.4chan.org/qst/thread/108050#bottom
Rolled 53 (1d100)
>>158927
Challenge him to a game of wits.
>>158943
You merely sit down "How about a game of wits? You're a trickster, so why don't you try and trick me?" He smiles at you and sits down as well "Alright then, what is it that while good, kind-hearted, and a true hope for the future. Can be monstrous, evil, and terrible beyond measure"
Answer!
Rolled 35 (1d100)
>>158958
You
I'm at home watching Elementary. My baby is up and trying to eat his own toes. My pug is sleeping
I could do dishes
Or check out my yard and make sure the habaneros are doing well
I could do just about anything that doesn't involve a motor vehicle, hurting anything, or abandoning my baby
My wife will be home in two and a half hours
First post decides.
>>169716
Pet your pug and then do the dishes
>>169716
Call your wife and tell her that the peppers in the garden are coming along nicely but that you're most excited to show her the pepper in the bedroom.
>>169732
She isn't feeling very playful. But she ultimately appreciates the attention
Should I put my baby in the Walker for this or lay him down while I do dishes?
>OOC: Previously, on Shipgirl Commander >>143052
>Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=shipgirl+commander
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‘What did you have in mind?’
‘Mamiya’s, of course.’ She replies, as if it’s the most natural thing in the world.
‘What’s Mamiya’s?’ You frown, very much puzzled by the word. It sounded somewhat familiar, but you find you can’t quite put it; it’s on the tip of your tongue, the edge of your thoughts, but you just can’t draw it out.
Nagato throws you a gaze, flatter than anything you had received from anyone, as if you had given her the most incredulous answer in the history of incredulous answers. She sighs, crossing her arms and jutting her hip back, eyes on you the whole way. For a while, you actually do wonder if you’d lost a few more brain cells since the day began.
‘You were just there this evening, sir.’
The proverbial lightbulb takes a while to shine, but it does and you fight the urge to smash your forehead against the pavement. You look to Nagato sheepishly, scratching the back of your head.
‘Oh, where the – ah, right.’
The both of you resume walking down the rubble; you find that you have to keep up with Nagato – her strides being much faster than yours. The moon is bright above, the clouds parting to allow her rays to come upon the ruins of the city, allowing you to maneuver yourselves just as well. After a while of quiet, you turn to her, hoping to at least alleviate your chill through speaking.
Besides, you hated the silence.
‘How’s the food there?’
Nagato looks thoughtful for a moment, crossing her arms as the clicking of her metallic heels becomes the only sound on the battered path. She scratches her chin for a bit, and you notice just how… adorable she could be when she isn’t all about business. Not that you haven’t seen her outside of business mode.
The lingering tingle on your shoulder can attest to that.
‘I can’t comment that well. I’ve been eating the same gruel for years.’ She finally shrugs, her mouth scrunching at the end of her statement.
You’re genuinely curious now.
‘Don’t you get tired of eating the same thing every day?’
‘When you’re a soldier, choice is a luxury.’
You smile at her; for some reason or other, she looks to the sea after, the both of you still walking.
‘Fair point.’ You agree, putting your hands behind your head, ‘So how differently is it prepared?’
‘I can’t say for sure – if you’re up to it, we can go right now.’
You try to confirm one vital point before you make your decision.
‘No one’s died from this, right?’
‘No, but...’ Nagato shakes her head; you find relief coming over you before she continues, ‘try not to be so hard on Mamiya if it’s… not to your liking. She tries, she really does.’
>‘Sure, I’m hungry anyway.’
>‘Don’t think I want to chance it.’
>>158472
>‘Sure, I’m hungry anyway.’
We may as well try it. We should convince Nagato to try something other than gruel while we're at it.
>>158472
>‘Sure, I’m hungry anyway.’
Mamiya's is great.
I hope.
>>158472
>‘Sure, I’m hungry anyway.’
You wake up in a motel room with no recollection of how you got there or who you are.
Searching your pockets, the only thing you find is cell phone. There isn't a wallet anywhere on you, and the only thing in sight is a motel keycard on the table. Searching the drawers of the nearby stand you find Gideon Bible alongside a 9mm with a loaded clip.
>what do?
>>171315
Shoot self
>>171315
Check the phone for a list of contacts. Like "mom" or a gf/bf/whatever.
>>171318
>>171329
You look back at the handgun which sits in the open drawer, staring at you menacingly.
Thoughts are running through your head as to who you are, who you could be, how you got here, why you have no money.
Shit's rough, you think as you grab the gun, and caress the grip.
You think for a second, putting the barrel to your temple, if life is even repairable at this point.
Just then...
*ring* *ring*
Rolled 4 (1d8)
>>166799
Mountains
Orcs
Rolling for population
>>166799
Humans
Water
>>166813
Careful with orcs, major element of their gameplay revolves about solving internal strifes. Let's wait a little for more options.
This is a slightly stupid wanna-be police. His aim is to become the best police in the country, But right now, all he has is himself and his clothes. He wishes for the godly powers of /qst/ to help him. What shall he do?
>>161748
Walk right into the police corps headquarters.
>>161779
Private bull enters the headquarters.
However, his work level is too low! (Currently 0).
Private bull is kicked out.
Private bull lost his hat in the process.
>>161810
He spies on the headquarters from the outside to learn their ways. Also to sneak in at night and get his hat back I guess.
Ok, tried this last week and fell short by one player, going to try one last time!
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Trying this board out for the first time and setting up a mini-quest that will eventually become a more refined quest!
Looking for 3 players to test out how it plays. First 3 to respond that they want to play will be Red Player, Green Player, and Blue Player, in that order. Do a 5d5 roll on your opening post, it will be your starting HP.
The goal is to escape the dungeon (land on the box where the yellow arrow is on the map). You do not have to kill anything to escape and win the game! However, if you leave the dungeon too soon, your fellow players may have a much harder time escaping themselves.
Movement:
Once the game starts, you will each be taking 1d5 rolls (First Red Player, then Green Player, then Blue Player) to determine how many spaces you can move. So first Red will make a post (with the 1d5 roll) stating how they would like to move. For example, Red might roll saying "2 up, 2 right". If Red rolls a 3, he will move as far as he can along his intended path (2 up, 1 right). If Red rolls a 5, he will move 2 up, 2 right, and simply stop after the 4 paces he intended.
There are 4 enemies lurking about. 3 are the sentinels, who aren't as powerful as the boss, but are excellent trackers and will hunt down the player that matches their color right from the start of the game, as efficiently as possible. If a sentinel's target is no longer on the board, it will go after the player that is closest to them instead. Sentinels each take a turn rolling to determine how far they will travel towards their target (also 1d5 rolls). After each human player makes their moves, Red Sentinel rolls first, then Green Sentinel, then Blue Sentinel, and then finally the Boss will move before it is Red Player's turn again.
The Boss is the 4th enemy, and he will only target a player if they are within 10 spaces of him. When no player is in range, the boss randomly roams one tile at a time, and will do a 1d4 roll to determine the direction of roaming (1 moves up, 2 moves right, 3 moves down, 4 moves left - if it leads to an invalid space, he will stay still). When a player is in range, he will move 4 spaces every time, towards that player. The boss will prioritize his target based on whoever entered his range first (or next, if the first player is no longer in play)
(1/2)
Combat:
If an enemy occupies the same space as you, you enter combat mode! You cannot leave combat mode until there are no enemies left on the tile. Players may assist one another and join into an existing battle. Each player and each enemy can only make one attack per turn. Players start with a base attack of 3. When in combat mode, instead of rolling to move, you are rolling to attack, so roll 1d based on your listed base attack (so if your base attack was 6, roll 1d6, if it is 10, roll 1d10, etc) and state your intended target if there multiple enemies on a tile. When entering combat mode, enemy stats will be revealed. Sentinels roll 1d, boss rolls 2d.
Pickups:
There are pickups across the dungeon. See the map legend to identify which does what. Players take a pickup simply by passing through the space that it exists on. Enemies do not take the pickups, but can pass through the spaces as well. Pickups activate immediately on contact. Enemies have a 1/2 chance of dropping a pickup upon death (Players drop nothing).
Ready to start once I have 3 players!
(2/2)
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Extra notes that came up in the thread last time:
- Nothing moves diagonally across squares, this means for the sake of grabbing the bosses attention, if were in a diagonal square to the boss, you would be considered two spaces away.
- No friendly fire, but I will leave it open to everyone if they choose to help or abandon their teammates.
Red Claim
Rolled 2, 4, 5, 1, 2 = 14 (5d5)
>>160366
okay so this is part 2, there has been changes:
it has been 4 years, the tribes grew bigger and more like nations...
more information will come
btw if you are a lurker please stay ;)
I know what you're thinking: ugh, another one of these. but don't worry, this one is actually hard.
>pick a tribe (no more then 4 members)
>choose up to 5 actions/cultural things
>the more things you choose the smaller the chance of succeeding is
>every turn is 1 month
>you can expand your land but it will take 2 turns for 1 patch of land, after getting that piece of land i will be randomizing the resources
>you can place a town and later expand it to a city if you have enough citizens
>survive and have fun
ask me anything you want to know about the tribes and stuff! also advice is very welcome!!
Troll masterrace
Welcome to Goblin quest!
You guys will be playing a goblin that lost its memory and its trying to survive in a generic mid/low fantasy world. We will start by figuring out who we think we are and then rolling 3 stats (STR, DEX, MIND) to figure out who we actually are. Since we are using stats you can imagine that some actions will require rolling and in that case I will accept the first roll that is posted. Most of the time I will be providing green arrow choices but you are always free to add your own ideas to them.
But first let's set the scene and figure out who this goblin thinks he is.
Character sheet will be updated here:
You are a goblin. A proud and happy that had somehow found himself in a small cave. But you don't happen to remember much about yourself besides your name and a few things.
>Name is Rektalin, was a goblin who did a lot of punch punch back in day and still do good punch punch, has clan but clan is gone somewhere
>We be Peperio, like to shiny thing, likier to collect them, know how make lady gerbelin like me like shiny stuff also we don't know what singular
>I be Mugrhat, like to draw and writie, have good imagination, think I can readie magic scroll and make your head go boom
>>161970
>I be Mugrhat, like to draw and writie, have good imagination, think I can readie magic scroll and make your head go boom
Very well, so you are Mugrhat, the sharp minded, fireworks extrodonere and a true master of the arcane!
But now let's find out how good you are at casting spells, throwing things and how big of a bully you were at lunch time back in the days when you were in a clan!
>roll 3d6
>one roll per post
>in the order the rolls will represent STR, DEX, MIND
I'm on my phone atm but once the stats are rolled and I'll post an updated drawing of the goblin to fit his stats and, more or less, his name.
Rolled 6, 3, 5 = 14 (3d6)
>>162118
Rollin for stats!
You find yourself in a tavern in one of the few inhabited cities in the area, sitting at a table. Two men are attempting to whisper, but can't help talking awfully loudly for some reason. They sound like assholes.
>"Oo's that ova' thea'? Is 'e a travlah?"
>"Speak the fuck up, you filthy piece of shit. I can barely understand your disgusting fucking accent."
>"Ahm wundrin oo' that bloke ova' thea is. I ain't neva seen 'im 'round these pahts."
>"By the fucking gods, I can't understand your pathetic excuse for an accent. I won't even try to answer your question, it's probably fucking stupid anyway. By the way, who's the chucklefuck sitting over at that table? I haven't seen him or her around here at all."
>"Mate..."
Well? Who are you?
>>158110
Yuma! Cat Girl priestess from oestoric lands to the east!
>>158115
she has a dick too
>>158118
Curvy and busty? Yes. With a dick? No thank you please
So, you're an inhabitant of some fantasy world somewhere in some universe where evil shit is happening. A long time ago, your world was in the clutches of chaos and disorder. Bandits would regularly steal people's shit, dragons would roast people and then steal their shit, and your civilization was like some third-world shithole. But then, the great hero Pyre brought order to the land with his 8 disciples. Dragons were slain, bandits incarcerated, and the world advanced in infrastructure and technology. Unfortunately, Pyre was a major pompous asshole, and he only wanted to save the world so that he could rule everyone with an iron fist. Thus, the world became orderly, but under the rule of a fell and terrible monarch.
What do you have to do with any of this?
Well, you're some random adventurer who's fed up with Pyre's bullshit mandates and shitty laws. You want to kick his shit in, but in order to defeat him, you must grow stronger by collecting the 8 magical Macguffins of light. Before you can do that, who are you?
What is your
>Race?
>Gender?
>Class (Mage, Rogue, or Fighter)?
>>158081
human
>>158081
Undead
>>158081
Female
You awake with a start, a veil of darkness uplifting itself as your mighty form gains coherence. Finding yourself leaning against a brick wall, you run your gauntleted hand over your blood red hair.
Slowly and gradually getting up, you take stock of your immediate surroundings. "What the Goddesses name..." Confusion washes over you as you are in an alley, a giant trashcan leans to the far right of you and another brick wall in the back of you. Beyond the alley seems to be...Metallic carriages that are extremely loud with strangely dresses Hyrulian seeming people walking about.
Everything about you views exceedingly well as you check your partially armored frame and check any for wounds across your green body. Clutching your backside, the Warlock Blade rests in a sheath where it belongs.
Where the hell was he?
>What shall you do?
(Devil is a part timer inspired)
>>170546
Check what skills we have
>>170574
Being a despotic Warrior-King, you smirk as you ponder over the skills you have acquired through the years.
>Leadership
>Master Unarmed Combat
>Master Swordsmanship
>Talented Dark Magic User
>Excellent Speech
>Horrid cooking
>Fine Horse Rider
>Terrible Scoutmen
>Fine Manipulator
>Bad Charisma
>Extremely Strong
>High Intellect
>>170546
Try to remember if we fucked up any time traveling spells
You wake up to find you are in a dungeon cell. You suspect your execution date is coming soon! Maybe you should finally try to escape.
>>168773
attempt to pry open window
>>168773
Read the book on the ground
>>168773
Grab book, wear the skull, climb up the chain to the trap door
Welcome to The Lost Island Quest. Last thread our hero, Alan Rodain, attended Paul's funeral, made progress on his wizarding skills and helped lead a rejuvenation of the Circle as an institution. Now, he spends time training with his ally Kyra.
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
You spend a lot of your free time training with Kyra. You haven't talked much since the siege and you've been so busy dealing with the new arrivals, your relationship issues and other assorted tasks that you find yourself missing Kyra's barely noticeable presence.
Oddly, despite her being the best at playing the disappearing act, finding her is never all that hard. In The Sword and Shield, The Drunken Lion or sometimes you just see her on the street. When you want to find her she seems to find you. You tell her you want to spend some time honing your more subtle skills. But more than that you want to coordinate and practice working alongside her.
She agrees and together the two of you spend some time outside the walls of Seaside and inside the halls of The Fighter's Guild honing your knife work and your skill at hitting the vital areas of an enemy. Gale even volunteers to be your practice opponent for perfecting your teamwork. Gale is actually very fucking good at no-selling many of your more inferior tactics, repaying any mistake with a pommel to the face or a gauntlet to the gut.
The two of you really have to work together to get past his defenses all while dodging the blunted greatsword he swings at you in wide arcs. It takes focus, concentration and a sense of the other's location and plan of attack to make any progress at all. Thankfully the residual magical effects of the coat you wear seem to make the process easier, allowing Kyra to understand and follow your intentions quickly.
Soon the two of you are working like a well-oiled machine, utilizing flanking tactics and feinting maneuvers, piggybacking off the other in absolute silence. You two are so in-sync that at one point you fear you've formed another one of those mental bonds. Thankfully that's not the case. By the end of it all, you've assassinated Gale a dozen times over.
The training you do outside the walls places Kyra much more in the role of educator. She throws explosive concoctions at you and expects you to not get hurt. Where she acquired such an abundant supply of these things, you have no idea, but thankfully the lessons work rapidly.
At first, even when you were able to gain some distance from the explosion's epicenter, you still ended up slightly burned and injured. However, with a few tips from her about how to utilize terrain, wind currents, your own agility and how to roll through fiery bursts in a way to minimize your skin's actual exposure to danger you manage to perfect avoiding a majority of the damages caused by being caught in the vicinity of an explosive burst.
After passing your “final” – Kyra tossing five of the explosives at you at once – the two of you sit together eating stew as the sun slowly sets.
“Good progress,” she says simply as the two of you dish out your respective portions.
“Thanks. For helping me,” you tell her.
She nods.
>Kyra, what's been going on with you?
>You're one of the funniest people I know.
>What do you think about my powers?
>Where did you get those explosives?
>What do you think about . . . ? (person/place/object)
>Kyra, can I get your advice on something? (what)
>Something else? (write-in)
>>168324
>>Kyra, what's been going on with you?
>What do you think about my powers?
>Where did you get those explosives?
You wake up in a oddly in a grocery store feeling much heftier than your normal self you go to the bathroom and you see you are now transformed as John goodman roll 6,9,dubs or trips decide what do
>>158108
put my 9mm to my head and pull the trigger
>>158169
You don't have a 9mm but instead you but a bannana to your head and squeeze, bannana reserve is all over you now
>>158225
John Goodman always has his gun you shitpile excuse for a qm
