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Help Jacob search for the meaning of life by giving him commands. Family unFriendly Fun is sure to appear soon, seeing as all forms of morality have been deactivated.
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-Sometime far in the Future, maybe-
>I am Jacob
>I am contacting you over the internet
>My Queen's sewers are under attack!
>What should I do?
>>44156746
Okay, I just skimmed that thread. What.
Save the Queen, I guess.
>>44156983
>Confirmed
>I take the elevator down to the shopping mall and begin sprinting into the sewers
>My two rat sons guide me faithfully
>Things seem hopeless. It took me months to make it from my Queens chamber to this mall
>How can I make it there on time?
>What is next?
>>44157013
Dig through walls by spinning at super sonic speeds
>This is a quest taking place in an alternate version of the Naruto world during the same time period as the story, with a few notable differences. You will be playing as Kon Karagowa, a young Leaf Jonin. Your character is defined by your choices, so write-ins are always encouraged. And remember to have fun!
>Quest Info:http://pastebin.com/RbN6ApVD
>Previous threads:http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Leaf%20Ninja%20Quest
>>44156359
hype
>>44156359
HYPE!
>>44156359
Unleash Kon "Silver Tongue" Karagowa
Welcome to The Lost Island Quest. Last thread our hero, Alan Rodain, learned joined The Fighter's Guild. He then picked up some reading, learned how to fire a bow from horseback, purchased some equipment and has succeeded in reducing the amount of sleep he needs to survive.
http://pastebin.com/W5vqnRBU (Character Sheet)
http://pastebin.com/3LPDLd9u (NPCs)
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=lost+island
As the light of dawn starts to bring natural light to the expansive cafeteria in the Circle, Quissonce finishes her story about the time she was chased out of town by a group of particularly superstitious villagers for devil worship because of a simple card trick. You laugh about it as you finish your cheese, wiping bread crumbs off the wooden table the two of you are sitting at.
“So, what's the plan for today Alan?” Quissonce asks as she finishes her water.
“Rowe and I are going looking for some missing members of The Fighter's Guild today, might try to capture a live orc. We'll probably be out in the field for a few days.” Quissonce nods.
“Well, good luck. Don't get yourselves killed. All I'm going to be doing is reading through some books. Maybe experiment a bit. See if I can come up with any spells on my own.”
Well, it's not like you'd be interrupting any major plans of hers if you wanted her to tag along.
>Invite Quissonce
>Don't invite Quissonce
AND
>Go invite anybody else (specify)e
AND
>Any last minute preparations?
>>44156240
>Invite Quissonce
It's still her choice to continue research or come along. Call it application of theory.
>Go invite anybody else
Gabby and Kyra. Also Eve. Since this is a mission that needs stealth, I'm unsure about Dolah.
>Any last minute preparations?
Get in that daily 1 hour of prayer, check up on Father Calloway. He might need protection while we're out.
>>44156367
>>44156240
Seconding. Maybe Dolah can protect the Father while we are out sneaking.
Daily reminder that the confederacy of independent systems did nothing wrong
>>44155680
They did a lot wrong, though
Yeah, they had some entirely valid points, but they still did quite a lot wrong.
They had no problems killing entire civilian populations for the hell of it and building up a massive slave empire in the Outer Rim, foreclosing on planets that couldn't pay exorbitant interest rates, and on kidnapping diplomats and pretending nothing happened to them.
The entire point of the Clone Wars was to show how both sides of the conflict had valid concerns and how both sides had their major dark sides (figuratively and literally) and how both were just puppet states controlled by the galaxies greatest mastermind.
>>44155680
They made a whole lot of mistakes, but they were right about a few things.
Is there a system that can be used for running a Front Mission RPG?
I'll admit up front this is mostly idle curiosity on my part.
>>44155362
Chrome Hounds, or if you want to go less finnicky, Strike!, or if you can't divorce yourself from d20, 4e.
>>44155362
Have you thought of the setting? What would the story be?
If I was patient enough to sit my ass down and digest the book, I might could recommend Gurps Mechs.
But lay that story on me, alright? I've thought about how cool Front Mission would be, but I couldn't think of a good story.
>>44158069
i think you mean chrome strike.
![[tomodachi] Kuroinu Kedakaki Seijo wa Hakudaku ni Somaru - 03 [FAKKU][8cb8e401].mkv_snapshot_10.54_[2015.09.16_23.13.14].jpg](https://i.imgur.com/vWdd2gt.jpg "[tomodachi] Kuroinu Kedakaki Seijo wa Hakudaku ni Somaru - 03 [FAKKU][8cb8e401].mkv snapshot 10.54 [2015.09.16 23.13.14]")
How does /tg/ like its halflings? Comfy people without worry ala Lord of the Rings? Or cannibalistic monkeys like in Dark Sun?
Like this.
>>44155309
>Or cannibalistic monkeys like in Dark Sun?
Almost 15 years later, and I still remember the name Kayardi. Seriously, fuck those things, took me hours of trying to clear out that section of the planar sphere.
>>44155309
Dear Jesus, put some clothes on that child
You've accomplished a task of great import for the royal family. You are offered the hand of one of the king's daughters in marriage. Which one do you choose?
>>44155170
5 or 7.
3. You can tell by her caring expression that she's kind-hearted.
>>44155170
I politely decline, since as a paladin I am not unfaithful to the cleric in our party, with whom I am in a committed relationship.
{Previous threads http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?searchall=space+monkey
movelist with updated PLs: http://pastebin.com/c4WftYiC }
With the night trip to Namek done, the flight back home is a short ride, with Gohan and Chitsu getting a surprise when everyone disembarks, Goku waiting on the lawn of Capsule Corp for them, alive again thanks to Porunga.
He sweeps the kids up, as Chitsu rambles on in half nonsense about killing the crab last night, while Gohan hurries over to you.
"Miss Kabuya?" He asks, tugging at your leg. "Can you, uhh... talk to my mom sometime? I'd... like to go to school in the city from now on."
You shrug, "Can do kiddo. Probably help if you did it yourself now. You're getting bigger now." The boy blushes a little, but nods, as Goku takes off without him, Chitsu on his shoulders.
"Oh! Gotta go!" He calls, taking to the air.
Everyone else splits up, thanking you for the fun night, while Bulma disappears into her lab, working on that 'surprise' again, Tights following with the stated goal of annoying her.
That just leaves you with Bra and Bulla for the day. It's kinda weird seeing them together like this... dead copies of each other, save for a few scars.
The older snaps her fingers in your face. "Mama? The thing? Baba?"
Oh right. You use your scouter to check in with Spike, double checking the rules. "Only one person brought back at a time." You relay, gritting your teeth. "And she can only do it once every few months."
Damn it.
"Want me to tell her which one now? Spike asks. "It takes a bit of time to work out all the kinks, so it'd be best to start early."
>My mother
>My father
AND
>Just take Bulla
>Bra and Bulla
>Bulma and the kids.
>Bring the whole family, why not?
>>44155037
>My mother
>Bra and Bulla
>>44155037
>>My mother
>>Bra and Bulla
I think Bulma being there would be awkward...
Sup Chuckles?
>>44155037
>My father
>Bra and Bulla
>it's a rust monster
>some dumbass tries to make thermite with it
>rages when he gets BTFO
>Got my equipment rust-proofed
Always always always. If for literally no other reason that to see the look on the DM's face when he finds out too late.
>>44155157
>Implying a creature that can magically rust even non-ferrous metals instantly will give a fuck about rust proofing.
Imagine a fantasy world where:
>All humans wear armor all the time
>The wealthier the human, the lighter the armor
What else might we say about such a world?
>>44154733
That's stupid.
You're stupid.
sounds pretty metal
So that ironman world where everyone has to wear the ironman armor or they die?
Previous thread: ayy
>Although this does mean I get to reuse my last OP image and pretend its fresh
Pastebin shit: http://pastebin.com/2MSV2Y8m
(contains info dumps, summaries, and other crap; not up to date because of eternal procrastination)
I honestly should summarize more in the starts of threads so I’m going to start doing that so people don’t have to read through the oh god amount of text in the back before participating if they want to.
You are Lukas Weisenkranz, war veteran, convicted murderer and servant of the Kaiser of the Grossreich of Czeiss, who will lead the empire back into the glory like that of days long dead. In service of the Kaiser, you lead a company under the 5th Light Division.
The Grossreich of Czeiss was once the greatest nation in the world, holding sway over nearly the entire continent of Linceyo, almost one hundred fifty years ago. All of this expansion had occurred under the first Kaiser, Kaiser Franz, and the Grossreich had decayed rapidly after his death.
Much of the continent owed a great portion of their culture to the Grossreich. They spoke the language of the Reich, they shared the same faiths, their names and roads, many nobles of former imperial land had their titles granted to them by Kaisers of the past, before they forgot every favor the Reich had given them and rebelled. These ungrateful nations thought of the Grossreich as a mob of evil, greedy despots when the Reich had merely come back to take what was rightfully theirs.
You are taking part in an invasion to take back some of the Reich’s rightful land, as part of an assault upon the nation of Delschau. Delschau was one of the first insolent nations to rise up and force out the old Reich. They were supported by Naukland- a people who considered themselves stalwart and hardy but only cowered behind their great mountain ranges until Kaiser Franz died. Their time would come, but first Delschau would fall.
There was, naturally, the trouble of famine, but as an acquaintance of the Kaiser you heard more of this ambition than of the reason most people supported wars against the rest of the continent. The famine had only been going for a few years, however, the rest of the world cruelly refusing to assist in fear of strengthening the Reich. The Kaiser’s ambitions had germinated in his heart when he was a boy, barely educated about the flow of history and the death of nations.
Your company had broken through the borders of Delschau, and smashed apart their fortifications before coming under counterattack. You were able to save your 2nd Platoon, the element most at risk, until your Oberstleutnant, in command of your battalion, communicated a new plan to you. You would have rather helped your company fend off the attack, but your superior ordered you to take the elements of your company that were behind enemy lines further, and to order the elements being attacked to retreat. Your element was to assist a group of paratroopers who had been stymied in their attempts to take an important objective; a fortified hilltop and town.
You had taken your tanks about whilst a heavy platoon attached to you bombarded the fortifications of their flanks with their tank mounter heavy cannon. A band of militiamen had delayed you, if only because you attempted to show leniency, but you managed to get in position to break through the hill lines in a timely fashion nonetheless.
In the meantime, a set of Delschean self-propelled guns had showed up to duel with your heavy tank platoon. As they were running low on ammunition, you gave the order for them to retreat. A flight of bombers was almost back, and a quick request was railroaded through the normal red tape in light of your mission. Aerial reconnaissance had produced decent maps of the area; all you had to do was request the absolute devastation of a single grid square and you no longer had to concern yourself with anything there.
Not that you had time to watch the elegant performance of the twin engine dive bombers swooping down upon their prey. The town where you predicted the command element of this fort to be was close, and the chance to take this fort with as little fighting as possible would not last if you dallied about with your flock of panzers.
You press onwards, the booms of aerial assault washing over you and echoing back from the distance. The disorganization of the Delschean defense becomes increasingly clear with every kilometer you cover. Past conflicts and misfortunes have educated you on the common positioning of pickets, and you spot none. Either the paratroopers were giving the defenders a much harder time than High Command knew, or they had counted on the counterattack you had managed to completely avoid to seal the hole in their lines. They had indeed plugged the gap when you were last there, but not soon enough. If that was their plan, perhaps they concentrated their forces in an attempt to rout the disheveled airdropped soldiers?
Your platoon climbs to the height of the vast hill. You are somewhat disappointed to have not found a staffed command post; there is only the remnants of a small post, encoded pages hastily torn apart and half buried. Your window of surprise is closing more quickly than you thought.
>Leave a part of your force to intercept possible enemies coming from behind
>Take everybody to overwhelm any resistance in the town and capture the fort’s command
>Suspended Skull D20
>>44154149
hope it isnt unfavorably weighted.
>always rolls 1's
>death
>>44154149
>The skull is not orientated to be right-side-up on 1 or 20
Fucking failed.
Many times, when it comes to legendary weapons, the only thing you have to worry about is the dude swinging the weapon himself. But what about those weapons that go way beyond that and actually impact the world around them? Soul Edge here, for example, released the Evil Seed in the late 16th century, creating what are known as the Malfested: infected beings suffering from physical and mental corruption, becoming what amounts to monsters. And that's before you even get into its primary "feed on all souls" gimmick it compels its users to follow.
Are there any other such weapons that impact things on a grand scale such as that?Or we could make this thread about Soul Calibur.
>>44154063
Holy Lance, Spear of Longinus, Spear of Destiny. You get the gist. The legend goes that one who possess it has fate of the world in his hands. Whatever that means.
>>44154114
That is rather vague, yes.
You want to basically treat the weapon as its own inanimate character. Sure people pick it up and use it, but it's what they end up doing with it. The weapon may as well be treated as alive for all intents and purposes, it has an agenda or a calling and it inevitably compels its bearer to fight in conflicts that the weapon wants. A Saints Mace will always find its way into the hand of a Paladin or a Crusading Hero and it'll appear in the biggest battles against the blackest of Evils. A Dagger of Evil will be drenched in the blood of kings, bishops and generals. It's easy to find, perhaps too easy for it changes hands with every moon until one with the strength to retain it takes hold.
PREVIOUSLY IN THE MAGIC SHOP UNIVERSE: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Magic+Shop
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b3mEqqb2oWY
In the world of Valaer, the Battle of Tirinia changed everything. That was 680 years ago.
Here lies the human Kingdom of Therindel - less a Kingdom than a confederacy of lordships, duchies, principalities, city-states, et cetera - banded together under the constant threat of attack from the mysterious Wood Elves of the eastern land of Xalfacia. For many centuries, these lords and rulers have bickered amongst each other for the right to succeed the King who fell in battle at Tirinia against the Elves.
And now the Kingdom of Therindel is a veritable hotbed of adventure, riches, and loot to be enjoyed by adventurers from all over the world. From the lost cities of the Elves, to the grand old monsters of old, to the buried treasures of those who came before. All across the region, adventurers seek fortune and glory! From the Great Frozen Patch to the Southern Plains of Vistoria, and across the ocean to foreign lands, adventurers of all shapes and sizes test their mettle here in the Kingdom of Therindel! Where heroes are made and fortune is won!
You are not one of those people.
While you enjoy the adventuring life and traveling the great distances of Therindel, things could be better. There is a town in the middle of disputed territories in Therindel, just north of Vistoria, taking a left off the main highway, west of the Great Frozen Patch, and nestled right on top of the Elder River delta (not to be confused with Delta Town of the Younger River delta). Very few know about this town, and why should they? It’s a one horse town built next to a nearly depleted Diamond mine. It is known as Ohlendorf’s Drift.
You are going there to be their first Town Adventurer in decades.
>>44153410
[1/4]
“Alright…” You lick your teeth, drumming your bare fingers against the flat of your blade. It was an early morning rising over the sleepy rivertown of Ohlendorf’s Drift. Folks were busy setting up their shops, eating their breakfast, taking their baths and cleaning out their houses. The miners had already marched out for the day-to-day early to go late to return work that they did in the nearby Diamond mine. It was nothing but another routine day in the years given to you by the great King of Therindel all those centuries ago.
And you were spending it with Muck, getting an early bout of sword training in. “Muck,” you call. He sits across you on the other end of the yard. You two had found a nice little vacant lot where the two of you could train in relatively freedom. The wood floor here was solid, there were only a few chests and crates here that did little to impede your activities, and it was large enough to give you relative freedom of movement without risk of accidentally falling in the water. The perfect place to practice your family’s traditional art of swordsmanship. “Uh…” He tilts his head, waiting. “Give me an armored soldier.”
“Righto.” His ghostly cat form melts into the wood floor. Then it immediately melts into the ghastly silhouette of a man wearing thick plate armor. The armor isn’t real, but it does glow dark violet, with Muck’s black form beneath. Very few gaps that say a spear or a sword could exploit. Muck forms a sword and a shield, ready to fight. “When you’re ready.”
>>44153423
[2/3
You charge at him, then bash his shield with the pommel of your sword. Sparks fly off the shield, and your sword rebounds back. He attempts to cut across your lower body. But with a quick lunge back you save yourself. Alright, alright. Find a gap, find a gap. Legs! You hook your crossguard around his ankle, then tug. Muck is swept off his feet, landing firmly on his back. You quickly land your knee on his chest, then point the tip of your sword in the gap between the helmet and the chestplate. “Ha! Got you!”
“Well done,” he says. He reforms back into his cat-like form, allowing you to recover. He stares up at you with his single red eye, impressed. “You’re getting quicker in identifying weakpoints. And I believe using your quillons as hooks is actually quite clever.”
“Well, thanks!” You grin, proud of yourself as you rub your hands. Your palms were nearly leather-like and roughened by gripping your sword by the blade for all your life. You’ve never cut them, no, but that doesn’t mean your hands haven’t been getting stronger. “You want to go for another?” you ask.
“Sure,” says Muck. “Perhaps armored razorback or maybe young dragon this time?”
“Well, I…” You blink, then look past Muck. Muck turns around, tilting his head.
Standing there and watching you is that one girl from a couple of days ago. The one whose kitten you saved. She brushes back her red hair and grins. “Oi, don’t stop for my account!”
“Shouldn’t you be in school, miss?” you ask.
“Nope. Ain’t no school round here, mister!” she asks.
>>44153446
[3/3]
Muck walks up to her, surprised. “Ohlendorf’s Drift isn’t part of Therindel’s Mandatory Education pacts?”
Another boy surprises you by saying, “Nope.” The girl squints at the boy, pouting a bit. The boy rubs back his short black hair, looking up at you. “We used to be, but the town couldn’t afford to pay teachers and keep a school running.” He’s much older than the girl, probably a teenager. “You’re actually standing on the lot that used to be the school.”
Oh. Well. You and Muck look at each other. Now you feel guilty.
“Well I for one like having no school!” says the girl. “Means I can play with my kittycat and help my mum round the house!” She thumps her chest, proudly, glaring holes into the boy. “She’s having me run errands today, Wyborn Windsor!”
The boy, apparently named Wyborn, waves at you. “Hi.”
> Wyborn Webley Windsor <
> Fishing and Boat Crafting Apprentice <
Wyborn points to the girl. “That there is Dafne Daufine. She’s the town’s child that everybody takes care of.”
Dafne stomps her foot, pouting. “I am not the town’s child!”
> Dafne Daufine <
> Town Child <
“Hmph!” She crosses her arms. “I don’t have to stand here and listen to you talk, Wyborn!” She walks over to you, tugging your sleeve. “Come on, Mister Halbschwert! Teach him a lesson!”
> “I would if I could read.”
> “Now, Wyborn, you should be more polite to girls.”
> “Dafne, Wyborn has done nothing wrong.”
> Other
Welcome back Overlord Steve!
And just in time too, I would hate to miss the big reveal behind the magic seal we had attempted to destroy in hopes of weaking the elvish armies and bolstering your own so that you can reign chaos over the land like many predecessors before you like never need before! *Gasping for Air*
But before that, lets have a quick recap of your powers, minions, and deeps up until now.
BROWNS 46
GREENS 9
CORRUPTED ELF FIGHTERS 40
75 FOOD UNITS
THE GREEN HIVE
NOXIOUS CLOUD SPELL (cost 4 mana)
1 HP SHRINE (Resist fatal blow once)
And currently 2/10 mana.
You conquered two elven villages out of 4.
With the seal broken, it is only a matter of seconds before hordes of black and green madness pours from the slowly opening portal. It paints the forest around us into a grey shambling mess of rotting vegetation and thorny vines.
Delicious bloodcurdling howls and disorienting roars echo around us as the eldritch radiation turns beasts to monstrocities.
And before the portal can fully close, a slender figure casually steps out, who would be so terrible that the elves would seal away- HUBBAHUBBA! What a number SHE is, the swirling shadows in her eyes, the faint scent of deadly poison drenched knives, I wouldn't mind getting flayed alive by her if you know what I'm talking about.
Uhhh.. What was I talking about again?
"Well met, my savior. By what name do I call you?"
>Speak freely
>>44153294
Introduce ourselves, duh.
>>44153618
No sense in me speaking on your behalf.
Perhaps you have some questions or requests for the lovely cut throat.
