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Last time...

We built a large village, enslaved bat people, killed two giant monsters, began worshipping a primordial goddes of death, found a Cthulhu daemon of said goddes in a magical pool, and were about to declare war upon Dwarfs for not prioritising worship of said Death goddess.

"We will bring death to the stunted, in our ladies name!" You bellow into the cavern. Shrayum'ptar looks at you, then sinks into the water.

What now?

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MIRANDA
5 Miranda 15 Purps, 20 Lexington, 12 Trisha, 11 Switchwick

Damnit. Yet another bad hand. “Fold.”

You’ve been at this for some time now, and it’s proven that the old man, despite Purps’ claims to the contrary, seems to have luck smiling on him today. He grins with a devil’s look in his eyes as he sizes you up again- he’d been trying to get information out of you, clearly, but you’re not a fan of his continued interrogation. You’re not entirely certain WHY- most folks who hire you prefer to know as little of you as possible, which you’re more than fine with. You’ve occasionally had the curious souls, sure, but that doesn’t mean they’re fun to deal with.

Fortunately, he turns from you towards Purps, who’d been glaring at him the entire time- she’d been the one to stick it out until the end this time, as your poker hand is been utter trash, but the way he looked at you had you suspecting something.

“Let’s settle this, Lex.” Purps says in resignation.

Two pair for Purps, three of a kind for Lex. He reveals them with a smile and a flourish.

“Fuck.” Purps replies. The old man’s luck holds yet again, it seems.

“So, Purps. What really happened at Rono Pass?” Lexington asks, tone making it clear that a previous deception was unappreciated. You recall hearing a bit about the place, yourself, but it hadn’t been much. Something about a dragon.

She seems kinda gunshy about the whole thing, though; whatever happened couldn’t have been all that great. “Really? Around the others?” She asks in disbelief, but the old man pulls out a book and quill from… did he have a storage plane ready to access at will? Huh. That’s uncommon as hell.

She just sighs, looks him in the eye, and begins, to the surprisingly rapt attention of everyone around. The girl’s not exactly the best storyteller, mind, but she gets everything across well enough.

The picture she paints might be bland in style, but it’s vivid in detail. This girl has been mind controlled, attacked by mercenaries, blasted through several walls and chased by wolfmen all in a single night. Not counting the fact Luc killed a merc (apparently the kid is one of those bullshit clock stoppers), or that the brainwashing made Honamurei sexually assault her, or that it’s what’s fucked with her libido so much. That’d be a rough day for even you, you wager.

Luc’s looking to be kinda right- trouble does seem to follow these ‘Starborn’. Wonder if it’s genetic?

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You are currently a lieutenant in the German Wehrmacht of 1939. You will decide whether you rise among the ranks, betray the axis for your own benefit, escape, or die. You start off in a briefing room, waiting for your next assignment. As you sit in the dimly lit room, you hear the sounds of foot steps and the door opening. In comes the major in proper uniform and holding a file. What do you do?
>Greet him
>Salute
>Stay silent
>Write in

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wat do

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Welcome back to Faerie evo, a game where you guide a tribe into becoming a civilization with its own values, culture and prominence. Unlike some civ evo games where only one tribe is developing, all three tribes will develop around and against one another, all while surviving the mercurial land of Faerie.

Discord: https://discord.gg/dNADtmk
Tribe Details: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1EU0lM3xdkNYw7iLHqoE4y7H2bkPXzfEvTNeMvGLP8p0
Archive: None yet!

RULES
>You must identify your tribal affinity with a username.
>Each tribe is entitled to choose three activities per turn: an ACTION, a RESEARCH and an INFLUENCE
>___ACTION items are things such as hunting, searching, building, crafting and magic.
>___RESEARCH items are things such as sciences, investigations, arts & theoretical development.
>___INFLUENCE items are things such as religion, philosophy, enchantments & propaganda.
>______All MAGIC and INFLUENCE items require a roll (dice+1d100).
>______MAGICAL INFLUENCE items require two rolls (2d100).
>______Rolls may be called for action or research items to determine effectiveness (1d100)
>Only ONE set of activities are permitted per turn, so must be agreed upon by a majority of the tribe.
>Plotting on Discord is encouraged.
>Please check the provided materials to ensure the item you're suggesting has not already been done, or whether your tribe has the necessary resources to accomplish the task.

Okay, pretty straightforward right? Well, there's a twist. The game takes place in the realm of Faerie - a reactive land infused with wild arcane magic. The land itself is mutable, reactive, adaptive and highly sensitive to the motives of its inhabitants. It reshapes itself, becoming 'fixed' only when settled and conquered.

SPECIAL RULES
>For the submitted activities for your tribe's turn, you must specify not only what the tribe is attempting to accomplish, but also WHY.
>___(Example, the dragons search for precious metals to appease their greed)
>New settlements require an ACTION roll to build and an INFLUENCE roll to fix the land in place.
>Fixed land retains any properties it had before, but those properties will no longer change.
>The land settled by tribes will slowly adapt to reflect the tribe's overall motivations.

MAGIC OVERVIEW
>Magic can only be used with a specific aim, on an object, target or location within eyesight.
>Magic needs to be learned via RESEARCH activities.
>Magic does not come without a price, and can be quite volatile.
>Magic can't create something from nothing (matter OR energy).
>Magic cannot be used to create resources or items you don't have or couldn't craft.
>Examples of acceptable magic include throwing fireballs, enchanting a tool to work twice as fast, growing a wall of brambles or turning a pumpkin into a carriage.
>Examples of unacceptable magic include conjuring sneakers that light up when you walk, guns, or turning everything into gold (unless you have a LOT of gold).

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Twitter: https://twitter.com/MercCommand

/tg/ Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Kantai%20Collection%20Pacific%20Strike
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Other Quests: https://pastebin.com/TrNWfAke

You are the former United States Navy warship USS HOEL, now returned as a shipgirl and ready to kick Abyssal ass!

You have to say, the end of this mission wasn't quite like the others. While debriefings were standard procedure, there usually wasn't any pressing need to carry them out right away, as the Admiral preferred you all to be repaired and rested before having to go through that process.

However, today was different. You and many of the senior shipgirls were quickly (and quietly) instructed to report to the briefing room straight away, with the exception being anybody who was particularly heavily damaged.

That in itself was odd enough, but what really put you on edge was the specific order not to talk to ANYBODY. Just head straight to the meeting point.

So you all warily head back to the briefing room, where you immediately see the Admiral and the Captain, as expected. However, there were more people present as well. There was Mulberry, several other navy officers from various countries, and a man in a suit that seemed to stand out from all of the military men.

"This is so weird..." Anna mumbles, her antenna stuck straight up in caution.

"Is this a guy version of a slumber party?" Paz wonders wistfully.

>See if you recognize any of these guys.
>Take seat and wait for the briefing.
>Other

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Post Apocalyptic future in the land of North America. You've been raised in California, or, precisely, what was left of it. You didn't have parents, your real family were couple of old geezers with whom you hang around with, listening to their stories about survival in wasteland.

You've learned to hunt, craft, heal and use guns when you were already 12. And you were among the best scavengers and gunmen around this place when you grew 18.

But it wasn't the real deal. You knew from stories that beyond California lies a great land of unseen things. Places that nobody ever visited after the nuclear apocalypse.

You knew stories and legends about it since your youth, and you got more than curios. When you became 20, it was the time for a great decision.

You've picked everything you thought necessary for your lasting survival, and you left to explore... The Mighty Stillness

But before we begin our journey, would you remind me your name?

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>Welcome and thanks for joining in!, this is story-driven quest that could be described as a "Medieval Cold War" scenario, in which you take the role of Rob Corwin, Lord of the City of Westfall, and recently named Duke of Bryl.
>The kingdoms are at the verge of an unification war, and your king has just died, leaving his only male son and heir, a 12 years old boy, as the new king, spies are plotting to kill him, so Regent Queen Eleanor sent the your king to you in order to keep him concealed and away from spies, your actions will weight heavily on the welfare of the kingdom.
>Some crucial decisions will require 1d100 rolls, 0-15 beign critical failure, 16-45 failure, 46-59 mostly no effect, 60-89 success and 90-100 mayor success, we're using a "Best of two" rolling system.
>There'll be a little bit of civ-like administration of your holdings, making you able to increase income and power, but it'll be a minor thing, this is mostly story-driven.
>It's highly recommended to read the pastebin about notable characters and the brief story of the kingdoms.
>I'm not a native english speaker, thus you may encounter several grammatical errors, be advised.
>I used to be QM of "council" quests using hexographer, If you enjoyed them, you'll enjoy this one.
>MAP of the kingdoms: https://ibb.co/nhpN8F
>MAP of Bessia: https://ibb.co/cYDh8F
>Last thread: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/1502838/


>PASTEBIN (Includes Characters and their portraits, historic and geographical info) : https://pastebin.com/Jm2DCucZ
>Pic related to some relevant information summary If you're new and want to join, I'll really advice you to read atleast the first posts of the first theard.

It's been a year since Queen Eleanor excecuted Gilbert, the traitor, and granted you the Dukedom of Bryl, the situation of the Kingdom remains the same, the northern borders are being reinforced and fortificated by both Bossia and Gossia.
You recieved a letter from your brother, which is sixteen years old now, requisting to stay for another season in Highrock fort, besides your uncle.

>Let him.
>Bring him back to the court.

You decided to send your Marshall to the eastern Fortress, in order to keep Sigmund away from your court.
You find yourself heading to the council meeting, it's time to disucuss another yearly project, what would you choose?:

>Recruitment campaign. (+800 footmen, +400 archers, +200 light cavalry)
>Increase the quality of our troops' equipment. (All "light" troops upgraded.)
>Establish a new espionage network. (In which city?)
>Invest in an Infraestructure project, better roads, mills, and farming tools for our people. (Increases properity, increasing loyalty of the people and decreasing posible food shortages).
>Invest in an Alchemy collage, funding it's research.

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Previous threads, starts at May 2017:
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Runequest

Discord: https://discord.gg/kHc2NkC

To enter the game, fill out this form:
>Name:
>Color: (Please take one that is as different from the other colors chosen as possible, but if someone has taken the color you really want you can take it and track your position by your coordinates.)
>Starting Rune: (You can choose one of the following: Spa, Doo, Bre, Har, Ra, Li, Ti, Fe, Blu, Mi, Ho, and Voi.)
Lavox binds his wounds.
It’s not very effective, only healing 1 point of damage.

Fubor and Bubor bind their wounds.
It heals 3 points of damage.

Magicus spends a point to create Spa.’
‘
Two bolts come from the statue, one at Lavox and one at Fubor and Bubor.
Both miss.

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N:Lavox|C:Pink|CO:H11|P:0|HP:19/20+1|MP:100/100+10|AC:10”TH:10|S:3|R:”Null”Blu”””|W:”Fist:’D:1d4”|I:
N:Lowi|C:Green|CO:C4|P:0|HP:20/20+1|MP:100/100+10|AC:10”TH:10|S:3|R:”Null”Li”””|W:”Fist:’D:1d4”|I:
N:Magicus|C:Blue|CO:A6|P:0|HP:20/20+1|MP:100/100+10|AC:10”TH:10|S:3|R:”Null”Voi”Spa””|W:”Fist:’D:1d4”|I:
N:Herayik|C:Beige|CO:D3|P:1|HP:19/20+1|MP:100/100+10|AC:10”TH:10|S:3|R:”Null”Ra”””|W:”Fist:’D:1d4”|I:
N:Fubor&Bubor|C:Brown|CO:H12|P:0|HP:15/20+1|MP:100/100+10|AC:10”TH:10|S:3|R:”Null”Har”””|W:”Fist:’D:1d4”|I:

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Twitter: @BeleagueredQM
Pastebin: http://pastebin.com/FEc6v8FP

Previous threads: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=beleaguered+prince+quest

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.

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You scoop up a tiny spoonful of chopped apples and guide it into Rhein's mouth while your mother does the same for Aislin.

"Oh, my little boy is all grown up, spoonfeeding his own little boy." Queen Margrete smiles and tickles Aislin's nose. "Isn't that right, Aislin?"

"It's remarkably endearing," Myrddin says. "If I didn't know better, I'd never suspect his highness was a criminal mastermind and war hero."

"I prefer to think of myself as a war hero first and a criminal mastermind second, Myrddin," you say. "But since I am a criminal mastermind, how are the competition doing?"

"You mean Prince Aled's underlings? They're hardly competitive anymore," Myrddin answers. "They're either executed, awaiting execution, or firmly under our control. They won't dare cause problems again for the rest of their lives, I assure you."

"Haul would be grateful if he knew," your mother says. "And if he could understand intrigue."

"He can show his gratitude by doing his job," you say. "Since the problem has been resolved, how's your little web of contacts and agents?"

"I wanted to talk to you about that, actually," Myrddin says. "I could leave them here for the Crown Prince's sake, but there's also time to move them to Olstren. It would make things easier if I could send my people ahead before we went ourselves."

>[Intrigue/1d12] Leave your spies here.
>[Intrigue/1d8] Send your spies to Olstren.

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As a young person you always dreamed of seeing the stars and making your mark on the galaxy. So, you entered Starfleet Academy with the intention of earning your way through a career and eventually your own command. On your entrance paperwork they ask some very simple questions.

What is your name?
Are you a boy or a girl?
What is your species?

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PREVIOUSLY: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=Kuat+Collection

OPENING CRAWL: http://brorlandi.github.io/StarWarsIntroCreator/#!/AKTjy2VjkQBEpB9AEgU-

You could see it outside the windows of the space facilities. Death Squadron has arrived. The Executor is at the center of the formation. And the familiar silhouette of an Interdictor-class Star Destroyer was in the formation as well, your Father’s flagship, the ISD Despot. Crewmen on the station were running all around you to positions. Because they knew coming in to board the station was Lord Vader himself. You were more concerned though about your Father, and how he might ruin your image with the girls. If you lose their respect, they’ll never be an effective fighting force.

And worse, you’ll never take any of them to bed.

But regardless, it was happening. You had to have expected it sooner or later. You and F4 stroll down the hall. “It’ll be another hour before your Father arrives,” says F4. “Lord Vader and his retinue are busy checking reports on the defense with Admiral Reike.”

“And what about me?” you ask.

“Your Father will likely board the station to visit,” he says. You roll your eyes. “Come now, sir. It’s not so bad. Perhaps your Father can whip some shape into you.”

“I’m sure the one thing me and my Father would agree on is that droids shouldn’t be commenting on familial issues,” you state sharply. “Besides. I turned out fine despite how my Father raised me. You could say I didn’t need him at all.”

“… turned out fine, huh?” F4’s volume was conspicuously lowered to say that. Hmph. You do not need this droid’s moral lecturing this early in the morning. You take a left and start going up a flight of stairs. “Ah. Sir.”

“What.” You turned around to him, giving him a very sly smirk. “Never taken the stairs before, F4?”

F4 clumsily waddles his way up a step before imbalance knocks him back down with a loud thud. Good thing these stairs are steep. F4 lays there on his back, then says, “I’ll meet you upstairs.”

You cackle, heading up without him. You needed a little exercise anyway. Oh how you love the fact that astromech droids biggest weakness is a flight of stairs. Sure, you could equip F4 with flight jets, some astromechs have that as standard issue. You actually wonder why F4 doesn’t have them yourself. But you won’t argue. In fact, you’ll encourage anything to cripple F4 just so he won’t follow you around like a bad itch.

While you ascend though, you’re suddenly halted. VP lifts her leg up and stamps the wall across from her, blocking your way like a wall. She looks down at you, arms folded, a slight scowl on her face. Though, from where you’re standing, all you can see is her very luscious leg blocking your path. “Admiral.”

“VP.”

[1/2]

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Welcome back, everyone, to the eighty-sixth installment of Mecha Space Pirate Quest. I'm Wong, your host, and today you are once again Admiral Roarke Susan Starwind of the Iron Kestrels Space Pirate fleet. Also tourney pilots, later on. You know the drill!


Previous Threads: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Mecha+Space+Pirate+Quest%2C+Collective+Game%2C+mecha
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Mecha%20Space%20Pirate%20Quest
Master Pastebin: http://pastebin.com/sSHs0QmF
Upgrade Menu: http://pastebin.com/QQQzkFZe
List of Moves: http://pastebin.com/HSdyCe2y
Rogues' Gallery: http://pastebin.com/E9ZcDLfG (finally updated)
Brazilia's Kawaii Space Jam Gallery: http://pastebin.com/pZtRmbWS

Last time, you arrived just in time to see Clemmy and Samantha looking VERY pleased with themselves over the shattered mecha of three SOUL heroes.

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Previous: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/1500700/
Character Sheet: http://pastebin.com/5bdm4ZYj
Twitter: https://twitter.com/TheHeadMasterTG
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"So tell me exactly what you're doing?" Rowen asks, note pad in hand as I lay ontop of the inn's roof with my hammer sitting next to me as I soak up some sun to try and wake up just a little bit faster since I've been sleeping like a rock lately, and have had some trouble getting up and staying awake lately.

"What does it look like?" I ask grumpily as I roll over onto my stomach, instantly get uncomfortable as my chest gets all squished up and roll over again, ending up near the edge of the building. My tail drags off the side and hangs there as I close my eyes and sighs.

"Sunbathing?" She says, sitting next to me as I grumble angrily and sit up, suddenly feeling awake from this "thrilling" conversation "Hmm, well I guessed as much, but everyone knows dragons like to do that"

"Why are you up here anyways? I'm just trying to wake up" I say angrily, still feeling tired and worn out

"Couldn't you take a shower or something?" She asks glancing at me a I stand up and look for a spot in the garden where I won't smash anyone if I jump off from here "You could always try coffee? I'd love to see what coffee does to a dragon"

"Yvvy was taking her morning shower" I say with a sigh "those take awhile and I didn't want to bother her when she's just trying to start her day, so I came up here"

"You didn't take a shower yet?" Rowen says, taking a step back as I glare at her

"I sleep in fire, trust me all I smell like is ash" I say happily "I'd recommend it if it wouldn't kill ya"

"I think I'd have to pass even then" She says dully as she walks up next to me and looks up at me in surprise "but you're right, you do just smell like ash"

"See?" I say with a somewhat smug smile as she flashes one back

"Then again, you still did back when your root addiction was still just a smoking habit" She says mockingly as my smile vanishes

"Tch, this smells entirely different than cigarette smoke" I say wrapping my tail around myself "your nose is messed up"

"I wonder what our old school would think if they heard May "Monster Hunter" Mcnarren was worrying about her looks and....scent" She says glancing at me with a twinkle in her eye "or that she was enjoying herself so much out here"

"You're bringing this up for a reason aren't you?" I ask suspiciously, grinding my fangs as she giggles

"Yeah, thought I should tell you they're coming over on a field trip or something, apparently jessie is having a fit because her farm is one of the places they're visiting" Rowen says, still chuckling as her tail curls up in amusement "Oh, and the golem was looking for you or any of us apparently, she might need help with something"

I sigh and hang my head, well at least I don't have to run into them and....wait fuck, I still need to return the stuff I grave robbed back to those shitty gods. Tch, fantastic
cont

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You are dead.

chapter one: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/1460029/