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So we is back
So /qst/, here are rules:
>Technology of world is arount ~100 A.D.
>Every turn 2 actions, 1 tech action and 1 culture action (may leave any kind of action out if you want)
>civs start with 1000 guys,
>I'll make civ sheets
> Any new players will join existing civs
>civ population will rise to food poduction (not immediately)
CIVS:
Kingdom of Gole
Heliopolis...
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Here is Heliopolis Progress:
Cygnar
CooN ( Confederation of Niggers)
You are Casimiro Pulido, murderer of children, old goodwives, robber of graves, journeyman of thuggery and general dickbutt thief. You've killed a settler goodwife and her two strange children chasing the stories of an enchanted blade. And now you have it, you're not that impressed by it. An old, pitted weapon, stained with use and looking like the metal wouldn't take a sheen if you bought polish off the royal armsman. 'Lovingly used' is the term you're coining in your mind as you try to edge your way around selling it. You've a small fire...
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>>152044
>+NDXOXCHWDRGHDXORVI+
It took a few hours, but finally you make it back to the sword sitting in the fire. A few cuts with the pearing knife in the throat, and the water glugged right in. Bodies sank like stones, food for crabs and other things that walk the deep. Not your concern, and their damned ghosts can haunt the shrimps for all you care. You lick a finger and tap the sword; Cool as a stone at night. You carefully pluck it from the fire, holding it up as you check the fullers,...
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>>152052
It's about mid-day before you snap out of the hypnotism that swaying donkey put you in. You'd taken everything of value on the land - a few grubby silver, the sword, a few eggs and the donkey. You'd let everything else burn in a slow fire, with a bit of satisfaction. It almost made your useless off-hand feel better, swollen as it was around the wrist. And the sword's pomel keeps poking you in the side as well, but you'd run into problems; No sheathes. You'd tried sliding it into a loop of hide, and it slid right through like a knife through warm tallow. You tried wrapping it in a skin and the straps unraveled. You gave up around the fifth time that happened, and just slid it through your belt. It wasn't comfortable at all, and you'd have to find a better arrangement sometime.
And then, as your thoughts trail back to the present, you realize what your head picked up on that your mind hadn't grasped yet. Ahead was an old pier with an old shack - some settler's fishing ground, no doubt, the planks having long since failed so that only the posts stand up. Like boney fingers, in fact, stretching up from the water. But it wasn't that break in the horizon that caught your attention - it was the figure crouched upon the furthest one. Squatting on the tips of their toes, a strange cloak falling about them as their attention is completely on the water. Which churns and boils slowly, like fish at spawn.
Strange.
>Call out to it.
>Treat it like a homeless lout; Make no eye contact and pass silently.
>Throw stones.
>Other? Write-in
>1d20 for actions, called in a few hours.
Rolled 7 (1d20)
>>152062
>Throw stones
The previous thread got archived. Here it is: 125407
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>>150624
>>150564
You mean 731, right?
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Weaponry, industrial equipment and vehicles are sold to the largely rural Commowealth and to the Khanates wich, despite being Communist, had the same money as everyone else, and paid well for the weapons, material and...
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>>150694
Make a mandatory nudity law for all 10-25 yo females
Looks like we have to commit.
> focus our research bases into studying how to make man/ape super soldiers
> be alternate timeline Joseph Stalin
My first thread.
You are either in the LRA or in the LPR (the LPR's flag is up for change) you must either plan on your attacks against the brutal dictator named Adi Hagi in the Capital city of Tulcea. The LPR, who is lead by Pavel Mykytiuk, holds an HQ is in Kherson.
In your name you must put your alligence. [EX: First Lastname (LRA)] and your name must either be Moldovan, Ukrainian, or Romanian.
If you want you can draw maps for planning.
>>158603
LRA Claim
>>158612
You are stationed in Bahate
(I'm using real cities)
How do you plan on defending Lakania?
>>158623
Look for signs of rebels and send troops in.
I'm back from the dead.
At lot of shit happened last time.
RECAP: As our colony grows, so do the others. The Slowpokes and Mankeys merged together to form a Monarchy, ruled by King Slowking I. We are planning to attack them. The Current Regions are:
PURPLE-TURQUOISE-RED (PTR) REGION (Ekans, Oddish, and Kabuto)
PINK-SILVER REGION (Slowpoke and Mankey)
YELLOW REGION (Abra)
TEAL REGION (Omanyte)
GREEN REGION (Chikorita)
LAVENDER REGION (Clefairy)
INDIGO REGION (Pidgey)
BLACK REGION (Weedle)
GOLD REGION (Slakoth)
Our...
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Burn it all down with Napalm. Just Like 'Nam
>>161285
Explosives have not been invented yet.
God Fucking Damnit. Go set something on fire.
As the suns sets on the western ocean, the magical Azure Chariot swoops down from its long flight and settles down on the crimson sand of the tropical island you elected as landing site.
And none a minute to soon: the sun is slowly starting to set on the horizon, signalling the end of the spell. You didn't have the time to scout the island from above, and consider Mikahil's words carefully as you glance around.
Past a fairly wide strip of reddish sand where land and sea meet, the island is overgrown with savage, exotic vegetation. Wyld mutations are fairly...
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>Who are we?
Maka, an exiled noble Exalted as a Zenith-caste Solar. Queen of Gem, now ruling the western island of Tianna. You
have gathered a vast amount of allies and friends, and defeated every threat to Tianna up to now, though not without
difficulty.
You recently discovered that Tianna is actually an artificial island, built around a First Age Titan: an almighty
flying fortress. Your forces have crushed the Bodhisattva Anointed by Dark Water, a Deathlord who tried to usurp its
power for himself.
And...
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As always, welcome back to Exalted Quest. New players are also welcome. I know this quest has a huge backlog by now, but I hope new players who come this thread across for the first time will still give it a try. Feel free to ask any question.
>>153244
>No need to set a camp or anything, you're just waiting for the morning. Just find some way to pass the time.
A GIANT QUEST
You are Gord, a relatively young hill giant living in the uplands of Rennaria, a primarily human nation. Normally you make a living by extorting money and food from nearby villages. It's approaching midday, and your stomach rumbles, the hog you devoured last night is no longer satisfying you.
Deciding you've wasted enough time daydreaming you...
>Head south into the woods in search of game, or wayward hunters.
>Head west to the open fields and the...
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>>152546
>Head south into the woods in search of game, or wayward hunters.
>>152546
>Head east to the town of Koldrun, where you may perhaps find work.
East is best direction. Fight me nerds.
>>152546
>Head south
I wouldn't dream of working for tiny humans.
LAST TIME, ON METAL CHRONICLES!
http://boards.4chan.org/qst/thread/125261/metal-chronicles-quest-1#bottomI dunno how to archive threads, so I guess this should do for now, though if anyone is willing to show me how, it'd be much appreciated!
You defeated a PUPPET, one of many that form the backbone of the invasion force that has taken over most of Earth in the last two or three months.It wasn't an easy fight,...
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>>152256
Now, your statline is composed of 6 vital stats
PILOTING- Your ability to bring out the most out of your suit.
STRENGTH- Your personal strength. How much you can lift, push and pull.
SPEED- Pretty self explanatory.
TECH- Your ability to deal with machines, whether it's fixing them, scrapping them for resources or breaking into them...
CONSTITUTION- How physically resilient you are, and how much damage and stress you can take before you go down.
Improving these will not only...
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>>152284
Perks, on the other hand, are special skills and abilities that influence your fighting and piloting style. You unlock a new tier of perks every level. Due to the fact that you won the last fight (a boss fight), you've obtained 30 EXP, taking you from level 1 straight to level 3 and unlocking the second tier of perks!
Each one has their own requirements, and you can only choose ONE for each tree in each tier. (e.g. Never Enough and One Shot are mutually exclusive, but you can take Never Enough and Go, go!)
Every...
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>>152256
Here's a link for the archiving tool suptg. This one is the section dedicated to quests on /qst/.
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html
You'll see the Add Thread request interface on the left. The request form itself is pretty self-explanatory.
>>152316
So we're allocating points right now, yeah?
>Piloting
>Constitution
>Never enough
Previous thread >>133463
RECAP
You are Natalya Ilyushina, a non-Girtablilu scorpiongirl. Setting is the USSR during the start of WW2 where everyone is a monster girl.
You were fired from your job as a mercenary after killing your comrades in a botched mission. After wasting your days away in a pub, you decide to do some freelancing, taking odd jobs that people post on the town board.
You have befriended a hellhound named Eva, you dislocated her elbows and killed her friend. She doesn't...
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>>151647
How far till we arrive in Tskov?
>>151647
So I guess we'll wait.
Forgot to add that we also have 1 X mirror
>>148740
You are concise in the retelling of your past, answering mostly truthfully, lying by omission instead of outright lying. Leaving out the fact that you killed your team. You recount some of your previous missions to her, various assassinations and assaults against mafia families which cause too much trouble.
She is impressed, her respect for you increasing exponentially with each successive story.
She seems almost embarrassed to share...
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You are going to start a kingdom far off in the distant reaches of minecraftia! It shall be a glorious kingdom that has more gold and diamonds than you could ever imagine!
But before that, what do you look like? (Read: What skin should we use?)
And also, what modpack shall we use?:
FTB Infinity Evolved
FTB Infinity Evolved (expert mode)
FTB Unstable
Ftb Horizons: Daybreaker
FTB Presents Direwolf20
FTB Mage Quest
FTB Resurrection
Note: you may suggest a pack that is not on the list, or even one that is not an FTB pack. The above are simply the packs I feel would work well and that I already have downloaded.
What should we call the world?
What seed (if any) shall we use?
>>151194
Ash Williams
Earth (Because I suck at world names.)
Random seed is my vote.
>>151194
horizons daybreaker
>>151194
Use Kratos's skin
Name the world Olympus
Fucking become a god of that world
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The first shots are exchanged at twenty-three hundred yards.
Fire and smoke flash in the toothed maw of the low-slung obsidian horror cruising through the misty waters. Some cold, detached part of your mind traces the contrail of the shell as it rips through the fog, arcing high before plummeting right for you -
- the blast lifts 305 from below, jolting the deck against your feet. The hiss-whumph of compressed air hits your ears again as the weapons officer sings out; “Tube Three - fish in the water!”
“Hard to port and emergency deep!” you cry. 305 responds adroitly to the helm as she noses into the Sunda Strait, her wake foaming as she picks up speed entering her true element.
Hisss-whump. “Tube Four - fish in water!”
You shuffle around the deck as you turn with the periscope, keeping the cross-hairs on the fog-shrouded shape of the monster, now careening into a hard turn - he's heard the high-speed screws screaming his way.
Six. Seven Eigh- the muzzle blast slapping aside the morning mist; the scream of a high-velocity shell tearing over the conning tower close enough to hear through the pressure hull.
“ALL STOP!” you demand hoarsely, “and hard to starboard!” Slapping the scope's handles flush with the shaft, you send it sinking down into its recess in the floor - it can only give you away now. You brace against the chart table, staring down at it as your nape shrivels, sensing the incoming salvo you're trying to dodge.
Hiss-whump. “Tube Fi-” the warrant officer's cut short by another blastwave that goes ringing through the hull from bow to keel.
“The hell is that?” Wei asks you. “K-guns?”
“ASW shells,” you reply grimly. “Helm, flank speed. Make course two-two-zero.”
“Shells?” Wei says quietly, eyes fixed on the computer plot tracking your outbound fish. The display's strictly COTS stuff, and even if it wasn't there's only so much data to be wrung out of your boats old hydrophones. It's all riding on the weapons officers now, their eyes grimly fixed on oscilloscopes as they grip small joysticks white-knuckled, controlling their fish on unspooling wires. The software can supplant their hydrophones for your boats, but they can't compare or collate data. There's only one thing for sure - the Abyssals are running.
“Blunt-nosed,...
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“Got one,” your XO breathes. It's as good an epitaph as any Ming boat can hope for.
“Range? you ask quietly.
“Seven-thousand or so,” your sonarman replies quietly.
“Helm, ahead-two thirds,” you order. The confirmation drifts by your ears as you stare at the lines on the computerized chart, denoting the bearings of the incoming signals and their roughly-estimated range. The other two are coming for you, and they're pissed off, their sonar banging away on active, hunting for you.
But even active sonar works best if you slow...
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inb4 navyfag :(
You've finally saved up enough money from your menial desk job to put the down payment on your very own spaceship.
Unfortunately, war breaks out on your homeworld and public sale of spacecraft is temporarily banned. But...you've waited too long and worked too hard to die on some hill for a cause you don't believe in. You take your money to a black market dealer, the interest is higher, the ship is shittier, and the seller very very likely to hurt (kill) you if you don't make payments on time, but the down payment is lower.
>Income Statement (per month)
>Income
-Interest from Savings: 1%/yr, 10C
>Expenses
-General Living Expenses: 500C
-Interest on Ship Loan: 9%/yr Adjustable (will drop to 4%/yr in 6 months if no payments are missed) = 2414C
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Cashflow: -2904C
>Balance Sheet
>Assets
-3016 SpaceR "Camel": ~1.1MC (real value), 2% paid off (24kC)
-12kC in PlanetVault Savings Acct
>Liablities
-Black Market Loan: 1.2MC at 9% Adj.
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Equity: -88kC
(Pic related, your ship)
Price of the other modules provided upon request
What do you do?
>>148815
Check how much fuel we have.
>>148833
Your ship is fully fueled. Your tank has enough capacity for 10 jumps. Your ship AI is Turing Class II, upper bound for jump calculations are 3 days.
Try to see if anyone in the black market wants something delivered
Test
>>149195
If your test was a success, then delete the thread.
>>149195
bump to know if test was successful
You found yourself in the middle of nowhere surrounded by these pointy looking trees.
What do you do?
>>148965
Climb on top of the most blunt-looking tree and look around. Climb carefully so as to try not to get stabbed.
>>148965
Run around with your eyes closed screaming at the top of your lungs
>>148965
Bite one of them
It is the morning of May the 20th, 1902.
In your slumber a voice fills your mind. Barely noticeable at first, but it grows in strength. From a barely audible breath to a soft chill brushing the ear of your slumber, as if someone was whispering across a distance. You feel can feel it URGING you.
It is enough to wake you up.
(Roll d100.)
(Rolling 95-100 will result in a critical action, the higher the better.)
(Rolling 1-5 will result in critical failure, the lower the more severe.)
Your name is DAVID DANGER, but your fellow workers at the sawmill just call you DOCTOR, as a bit of ironic humor.
You're well known by your friends and acquaintances around the small English town you live in as being KIND OF AN IDIOT, and by that you mean REALLY FUCKING DENSE. The very notion of you being given the monniker "Doctor" is ridiculous and hilarious to everyone, so of course it stuck. You've been known to often drift off in thought, probably fantasizing about SHAVING. Before today you had very little ambition in life, and would have been absolutely...
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Rolled 69 (1d100)
>>156039
Shave yourself and your wife
>>156039
Invent chronophotography
