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You are Prince Meirion auk Gwyrren, the only sane man in a royal family with dubious concepts of strategy, justice, taxation, and governance in general. You have made it your goal in life to keep your family on the throne and your head firmly attached to your body.
Archduchess...
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>>136820
>>Spend some time with Myrddin, Olwen and Delyth.
>>136820
>Spend some time with Myrddin, Olwen and Delyth.
>>136820
>>Spend some time with your soldiers.
spend some time with the men under our command
Last time on Towergirls: >>83441
This time:
We have saved a myriad of Princesses. But now we find ourselves in a soiree that is not all what it appears. Inside a great dungeon, you and your Slime Princess have been trapped. You must enlist the help of the Warrior Princesses and the ancient artifacts to stop whatever evil the hostess is planning and free yourself plus your princesses!
Your cart can still only hold 8 people/items excluding yourself.
>>122660
>King
How do I manage to misspell "Knight" that badly.
>>122664
Well, it's not wrong.
>>122708
Fair enough. Last time on our gallant adventures, we had just power lifted a couch down a hallway and into a storage room home to the Satyr Princess. But we never did nail down her class as we wooed her. What shall it be?
Let's give this another shot from the previous thread that somewhat trailed off. Starting with what already happened.
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The sun lies heavy on the horizon now, sinking down ever so slowly, inviting dusk to turn into twilight. The sound of birds and beasts grows faint as the stars continue to peak their way through their vaulted veil, lazily filling in constellations in no particular order amidst the blue, orange, and purple hued skies above. An occasional one darts as it makes its decent toward earth while you watch, finding some lucky lass or lad in need of a wish....
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>>128288
“Would you mind if I gave you a hand?” you ask the burly lizard man. “The heat doesn’t exactly bother me.”
“Whatever suits you,” he answers, wiping some sweat from his brow before pulling out a few more wooden skewers and setting them aside for you.
You let the silence hang for a moment as you busy yourself threading the meat onto the wood, taking thick cutlets of succulent pork and pressing through sinew and muscle (and sometimes the gaps in your hand bones) until each is piled high with an assortment of meats and a few vegetables you picked from the garden.
“So, I take it this isn’t your first time hunting,” you posit, receiving an appreciative grunt as you hand him the laden kebabs which he sets down by the others.
“Not hardly,” he chuckles, wistfully taking his eyes off the flames for a moment. “Been at this since I was about the same age as the little one there and damn near as tiny too.” You see Cici clap a hand over her mouth out of the corner of your eye. “Started out hunting small stuff at first: a snake here, a few feral cats when I could catch ‘em. Eventually started moving up to wolves and deer when I got a little bigger and had more than my claws to deal with them.”
“Most impressive!” you applaud. “Truly the story of a self-made man!”
“Ha!” he laughs. “Just the story of a hungry kid doing what he had to. Of course, it was only a matter of time before I bit off more than I could chew.”
“What happened?”
“Well, I got it in my head that there was nothing in this forest I couldn’t handle. Grabbed a spear, sharpened my axe and went charging head first into the den of an old, grizzled bastard named Snap Jaws.”
- Cont
>>128323
“I take it things didn’t quite go according to plan…”
“Ha! Well, turns out he’d gone and gotten himself a Mrs. or two, and his head was tougher than my axe. Woulda probably died there if Yesh and one of the old men on the city watch hadn’t been there with a lasso and a fast riding salamander.”
“I told you it was a bad idea…” Yesh notes.
“You told me a lot of things were bad ideas,” Galblassa snaps back.
“That’s because they usually were… Like that time you...
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Pleasantly awaiting more adventures of our skeleton bard.
Feel free to familiarize yourself with the deep lore of Wizard Quest with the following link to the archived Part 1.
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/84719/
You are a novice wizard. Your purpose is, as of yet, unknown. You are a strict carnivore.
Your quest will continue where it left off in just a jiffy.
>>121115
FUCK YES
>>121115
Do a wraith jig with your familiar to celebrate the death of a wise man, and contact with Dedd God
>>121115
If we're a strict carnivore, how did we eat boiled yogurt
Lets get this party started.
Character Gen begins:
>Chaos Space Marine
>Disciple of the Dark Gods
>>120788
>Disciple
Why not?
>>120860
This
>>120788
>Disciple of the Dark Gods
Aand we're back.
Old Thread = >>97387 (am i doing it right?)
>>120634
Alright good, it worked.
>>120634
Take a shower after gym class
Sorry about last time, was planning to go much longer but had to stop, anyway be on for a long time tonight!
So where we left of the Slavs had created new tools for farming, production, and weaponry. They are also recovering from pellagra as a result of eating corn meal without certain nutrients.
The farmrekt tribe has planted potatoes, beans, and squash, however the beans are doing so well because they dont have anything to grow on... sticks would suffice, but maybe maize?
The radicals have discovered gunpower and are going crazy with bombs and planting...
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>>131523
Tech: Research medicine
Action: Manufacture suicide vests with our knowledge of bombs and armor
Action: Train an elite group of spy/diplomats that will specialize in suicide bombing
>>131661
Forgot name field
the radicals have finally created their dream weapon! Running into enemies and blowing them and their buildings up. They have created a special unit of the army to destroy the enemy.
Old Thread: >>94435
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Summary:
1:13 And upon the bed our hero awoke and saw the dead rising and used the great power of his staff
1:14 And a blast of flame did come out of the staff
1:15 And the staff was called Ebony, for it spoke in the black tongue.
1:16 And the fire was too strong and it burned the whole house of him, that is our hero, and he ran and his dog with him.
1:17 Then the man and his dog...
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2:1 Then did the hero meet a knight and the armor of him was as the sunlight on the fields. And the knight said "Let me help thee, for I see you have traveled far and are of weary flesh"
2:2 And the knight took the man and the girl and the dog and brought them to his abode to rest there and to feed.
2:3 And the name of the knight was Arnaut Ambant Perre Rostan Labertz
2:4 Then did the man rest and eat and thank his host. Then did he leave again to hunt in the forest and found a bear and its cubs and smote them all with his staff.
2:5 And he skinned the...
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>Status
Your right arm is broken. You have muscle pain.
You are exhausted. You are thirsty. You are hungry.
>Skills
Botany (Knowledgeable)
Animal Processing (Novice)
Black Magic (?)
>Inventory
Magic Staff (Broken)
Canteen of Water(x0/2)
Skinning Knife
Bone Leather-working Tools
Map
Short Bow
Quiver of Arrows
Iron Short Sword
Assorted Mushrooms and Herbs (x2)
>Equipment
Orc-skin Tunic...
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>And the staff was called Ebony, for it spoke in the black tongue.
Due to the fact that the old Pokemon Risk OP is dead, I've decided to start my own Pokemon quest.
Welcome to Root Island, where there are 13 territories- each with a tribe that controls these areas.
Your first order of business is to choose which tribe you control- these are the areas of which each tribe corresponds to:
BROWN - Vulpix
RED - Pichu
LIGHT GREEN - Butterfree
PINK - Trapinch
TAN - Primeape
VIOLET - Natu
LAVENDER - Zubat
BLUE - Glameow
GREY - Yanma
LIGHT BLUE - Nuzleaf
GREEN...
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>>119775
Sandshrew
I'll give it 10 more minutes but if no other reply, by default it will be Sandshrew.
>>119946
There should be another part of the island that lets us pick from any non legendary or evolved pokemon
Also Yanma
Comes now the march of time, and the emergence of gods! The universe is still fairly new and in constant flux, with various gods appearing to attempt to bring order to the chaos... or not. However, can they get along and cooperate to bring the cosmos to peace and harmony, or will they tear it and themselves apart in conflict?
This is, The Age of Unification
>Choose a name and become a God, and roll 1d100 to speak the WORD and make things happen.
>Anonymous players form a Choir to praise or scorn the works...
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>>129930
The past ages;
>Initial age
boards.4chan.org/qst/thread/62367
>First age
boards.4chan.org/qst/thread/78793
>Second age
boards.4chan.org/qst/thread/86471
>Third Age
http://boards.4chan.org/qst/thread/112812/
>Fourth Age
boards.4chan.org/qst/thread/124844
>>129930
Is the age of suck over?
first for dank shadow memes
You stand in what has recently become your cell, in some dead-end country town in the middle of England.
Your name is SULLIVAN SINCLAIRE, but your fellow members of the QUASI-MOB just call you SUDS.
You're well known by your brethren and the police of NYC for your tendency to always have a few sharp ends hidden about your person. These country bumpkins have no idea who they're dealing with, of course.
You are here with a purpose: Bust out your two fellow quasi-mobsters before the FEDS arrive to pick you all up.
It's currently 12:15...
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>>119739
Look around for weak points in the cell
Rolled 56 (1d100)
Pick up the knife shards.
Tap out a morse code signal on the wall, find out whats good.
You wake up and realize your Keemstar,
what do you do next?
roll 7 on 2s6 to decide
Rolled 6, 5 = 11 (2d6)
>>125661
Insert yourself in Homestuck and destroy canon
Rolled 6, 5 = 11 (2d6)
Embark on a journey into the Mennonite faith to become a good person.
>>125676
roll 2d6
bump
It's been... A year, you think, since the world as you knew it abruptly came to an end. The sky burned as mankind's greatest achievements tumbled to the ground and the earth cracked, shattered by armored boots that left nothing but death and destruction in their wake. Thousands... millions of people died in just the first three weeks as the invaders shurgged off everything that we threw at them. We sacrificed much just to buy ourselves days, then hours, then simply minutes. Soon, the satellites that had barely kept us in the fight started going out, one by one.
You,...
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>>125261
>sigh as you hold your locket tight
and
>put your rifle away. It's gonna be a long night
>sigh, as you hold your locket tight
>try to get that fucking generator to work. It's not that messed up, damn it!
>>125261
>unfold the picture you always keep in your jacket
>put your rifle away. It's gonna be a long night.
You are one of the top Door Punchers in the city. Solicitations for your service are few in quantity. Compensation, woefully inadequate. It is a balmy summer evening, you think. You are feeling particularly hard boiled tonight, if that's something Door Punchers can be.
You find yourself standing in a completely generic room. There's nothing to do or see here.
What will you do?
>>121711
You decide that you need a change of pace. Something to break the monotonous duty of door punching. You position yourself in front of the door and give it a good kick.
>>121721
> You decide that you need a change of pace. Something to break the monotonous duty of door punching.
You position yourself in front of the door and give it a good kick.
You wind up a solid punt before letting it loose.
You break your toe painfully and begin to weep.
>>121751
Oh well. We still have nine left. Perhaps we should open the door to see what's outside.
Get in here folks
you know the drill
>>134809
I take France, dark blue
>>134813
Tripcode
>>134816
Oh, Sorry
I take France, Dark blue
