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The æther flowed meticulously through the forest on the mountain. Drawn up the flat peak, the air flowed into small shafts hidden throughout the jagged stone surface. Pulled deep into the mountain like the breath creatures take, the æther poured out into hallways and rooms deep in the cavernous depths. The Subterranean Complex was vast, consisting of many rooms, hallways, secret passages, caves, mineshafts, and hideaways. Ultimately, the æther reached into the deepest depths of the dungeons to the innermost chamber. It is here that it brought to life the Ancient Slumbering Evil.

No sentient creature had stepped foot on this mountain in many millennia, but the presence of even one sentient soul was enough to wake the sleeping lord. Groggily, you reached out to the hosts of your land, the soldiers waiting for commands from this ancient king. Many bodies were available for you to inhabit, from simple townsfolk to the skeletal remains of any dead creature on the mountain, though skeletons took more mana to summon than was currently available. More souls were needed to recharge both your æther and mana, the stronger your æther the more power you have, the more mana you have allows you the ability to cast more complex spells.

You waited patiently as life slowly seeped into your being, and as you reached a more conscious state, you could feel your strength returning to your lifeless corpse. The being on your mountain had spent a fortnight in the lower forests. It was after he arrived at his second campsite on the mountain that you had pulled enough of his lifeforce to properly reach out to your minions in the deep woods. You didn't have the energy to awaken any of your strongest creatures, so you had to settle for one of the nearby corpses frozen in carefully placed hideaways along the forest paths. You converted the energy that you leeched into mana, but you weren't sure which creature to possess.

1 | 5 | -27
>possess bear corpse, -3 mana, 1d20+3
>possess decomposed corpse, -4 mana, 1d20+1
>possess preserved cadaver, -5 mana, 1d20+6
>wait a fortnight, 1d100

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You are a wanderer, exploring the world and going wherever the wind takes you. You weren't always like this, though. Just a few years ago, you were a simple guy living a simple life in your sleepy little village. It was an uneventful life, but one you were satisfied with nonetheless, That changed though, when a sudden, burning urge to go out into the world in search of 'something' overtook you. At first you ignored it and thought nothing of it, but the urge grew stronger and stronger until you felt like you HAD to listen to it or else you would lose your mind. So now here you are, travelling aimlessly and persevering through countless battles in search of.. something. You don't even know what it is or where to find it, but you figured you'd know it when you find it.


Your journey has currently taken you to Loam, one of the smaller cities in the Medanian Empire, of which you are a citizen. The empire has stood in power for as long as anyone can remember, their rule is firm but just. The cities prospered under the empire, evidenced by the bustling marketplace and happy residents that you see before you.

As you make your way through the market in search of a weapons merchant, a certain shop catches your eye. The sign makes it out to be a 'general wares' shop, and nothing about it really stands out. It looks just like any other store that you would have walked past without a second thought, if it were not for the fact that somehow, something about it calls out to you.
You stop at the door, and..
>Enter the shop
>Ignore it and move on

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You are Zane Jacobs, and you are not the hero of this story. You are, in fact, a Field Recruiting Agent for the Pan Pacific Defense Corps. And that's as close as you're getting to your dream of being a Jaeger Pilot; rounding up other people so they can become Jaeger Pilots. Normally, you'd be put out by this. But not today. Today you are going to meet the man who made you want to be a Ranger in the first place.

Zackary Warwick. International legend. He was the ace pilot of the Jaeger Program before he retired in 2024 after his wife died while Drifting with him, about a year before the Kaiju War (now the First Kaiju War) was ended by a gathering of all the world's Jaegers to deliver a nuclear warhead to The Breach. He'd retired to a life of surprising anonymity, and he was somewhat forgotten by most; after all, he was not one of those who closed the Breach. But he wasn't forgotten by you. And now it was time for him to come back.

You knock on his front door, a quiet little suburban home somewhere in Alice Springs. A faint smile flickers across your face momentarily. Of course the man who knew better than anyone else the horror of the sea would choose the farthest place away from the ocean he could. No, no, that smile is entirely out of place. You smother it, and rock back on your heels as you wait for him to answer the door. A minute passes, or maybe three in this heat, you can't tell. You reach for the metal knocker again, and retract your hand immediately at the heat of the metal. You check your watch. If he was here, he would've answered by now, surely. You turn to leave, already plotting a course to the bar or pub or watering hole or whatever people round these parts called it that Zack was known to visit.

Something shifts behind you, and you flick back around, excited. A grey cat sits on the wooden awning above the door, tilting its head at you. You scowl at it and beat a hasty retreat to the air-conditioned air of your car.

(Cont.)

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You are the TEMPLAR, a holy knight sent to clear the frontier of monsters and heresy!

Currently, you were staying out in a stable behind the local inn. There were numerous reasons for this. The first and most obvious reason was that you didn't really have any money, and even if you did have enough to afford a room, you didn't really the see point of such luxuries or frivolity. Second, considering you were carrying a direwolf pup with you, it certainly wasn't allowed inside the inn and it was far too young to leave unsupervised.

The third and final reason, you suspect, was that the inn keeper was afraid your very presence would scare the other guests. Not that you blamed him. The Black Templars certainly did nothing to discourage all the rumors and stories about them. It was all a badge of honor, really.

What did put you at a bit of unease though, was Morgan's presence. Why she decided to stay in the stable with you, you had no idea, and you suspect that she didn't fully know the reason herself. However, as you awake in the morning, you see her playing with the wolf pup as it playfully snapped at her fingers.

"He's male, in case you were wondering." Morgan grinned when she saw you get up.

Oh, that was nice to know.

"And you didn't name him yet, either." Morgan frowns as she picks up the pup and it starts barking happily.

Right, there was that, too.

>Name suggestion for the wolf pup?

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> Thursday, August 27th, 2015

SITUATION: http://pastebin.com/ziMsX6th
MECHANICS: http://pastebin.com/49M2eE8Z
THE RULES: http://pastebin.com/BEsprkBZ
THE TANK: http://pastebin.com/sJsgig6B
THE DIVISIONS: http://pastebin.com/xCQZAdqU
THE SHOP: http://pastebin.com/v6xeDRXj
DANON’S THE TEAM: http://pastebin.com/bUU2v0z8

You brush your hair as you look into the mirror. Last night was quite chaotic, what with Kathy getting arrested and thrown into the brig. Hopefully she’s out later today though. Right now, you’ve got two priorities, making sure Jeep Jockey wins his showdown and getting that golden tank out of the ground. When your crewmembers caught wind of this… “There’s a gold tank under the Marquis de La Fayette?” says Winona. You nod. “First I’ve heard of it.”

“Only legends and rumors,” says Ingrid. “I’m not surprised the Army would try to cover up the fact that some Mary Jane smoking hippies managed to steal it and bury it to spite them. But if you ask me, it’s a whole load of hogwash. It’s most likely just a cache of gold, not a tank of gold. You know, El Dorado?”

“Well, I think it could be a golden tank,” says Jospehina. “Who knows, maybe the Army would let us keep it, oui?” You all laugh a little at that suggestion. “What? They could! A golden tank would be really cool!”

“Yeah, as window dressing,” you state. You reach for your hat. You reach for your hat again. What the- “Where’s my hat?”

Stack bursts out from behind you, your hat planted firmly on her head. She throws her arms up, grinning. “Hey, I’m Ellie! Howdy, howdy, howdy!”

You sigh. “Ah ha. Ah ha.” You swipe it off her head, glaring at her. “Gimme that.”

“Relax, Ellie!” Stack grins, folding her arms. “Say, tomorrow’s All-Star voting for commanders. You know who you’re going to vote for?”

“Eh, we’ll see,” you say.

> Head off to work.
> Stick around, see what’s what. (VACATION DAY: 3 [or was it 2, i forget])
> Other

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You are Allen Starwind, a starship captain and veteran of the Great Interstellar War. Your starship is old, yet (mostly) reliable, and you must take on jobs in order to bring in enough cash to keep it flying. Last time, you arrived on Mars, did some stuff, and left the planet with a mission. Good luck, and fair skies.

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The martian surface glows with the fire of debris and the pulsing glow of warheads detonating against the surface bellow. The Union and Commonwealth fleets have converged in orbit, the Commonwealth ships falling back behind the other side of the planet as the Union fleet follows close behind. Missiles streak across the sky, detonating in pinprick flashes of atomic light as starship shields flash like fireflies in the dark of space. Your pod observes with silent curiosity from its cloak as the Columbia launches wings of grav fighters and sends them off over the horizon, in the other direction from the advancing fleet formation. You observe the pursuing fleet fire wave after wave of missiles and kinetic strikes against the Commonweath capital fleet as they chase each other over the martian orbit for several hours, until you see the fruit of Mangus's plan. A kinetic warhead catches the side of a Union corvette from behind, its shields flashing as it glances against its spine and ricochets off the shields and into the back of its shield cap, tearing off a quarter of the structure as its hull bursts in a sudden expansion of liquid water into a cloud of flash-frozen ice. The ship begins a slow tumble as particle beams lance out at the fleet's bomber squadrons as the Commonwealth grav-fighters hurl themselves at the rear of the Union formation before its fighter screen can adjust to intercept.

Welcome back to Hive Queen Quest!

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Bring an on call pilot is boring. 90% of the time is spent sitting around in base doing nothing because you respond to events. 8% is then normally getting to and from missions, 1% are false alarms, and the final 1% are actually missions where you get to risk your life.

This is one of those times...

"RED ALERT!" Is the repeating scream of the siren as the rec room turns a red hue. Getting your suits ready you head to the your fast drop pods ready to be briefed and fired.

"Alright men." The voice of the day that speaks for command as the pod begins it's last checks. "We have a mission for you. A extraction gone wrong, and we need you all to fix it." The pod fires, the speed not even felt in your suit. "Objectives are simple: 1. Get the VIP suits out. 2. Get as many damaged team out. And 3. Get out yourselves. We have reports of one of the four team members on site already KIA with the rest critically wounded. Your work is already cut out for you. Command out."

Then the feed cuts from command. The only sound is the roar of the drop pod as it slows down for landing.

(mission starts in the next post. Post builds now for the three players known.)

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You awaken in an unfamiliar place. You don't know how you got here... Come to think of it, you don't seem to know much of anything!

But you do know one thing.
Memes.
Memes are important. Somehow.

(Please select any three memes)

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The morning after the now adult scalefolk complete their hunt you find them still transporting their massive kill. Even with the sled built by the imps the rough terrain and the sheer mass of their kill makes it a long and arduous journey. With the hunt complete you give the chieftain the details only for him to cut you off midway through your description, stating that it is a story for them to tell while the tribe revels in the glory of their hunt. Although you catch him smiling proudly and with more than a hint of relief at their success, he keeps the truth to himself with the intention of letting the young hunters reveal themselves on arrival. He tells you that the hunt is over and should something attack them you most definitely should reduce their attackers into a smouldering husk. You are unsure if you can do that, with so many of your spells being confined to the dungeon, but you assure him that a quick domination will send them falling onto their swords. With a laugh he waves you off and returns to the barracks to join his kin.

You return your attention to the dungeon with frequent check ups on the new hunters as the imps gather the materials needed to upgrade the dungeon. With the assistance of the myconids to haul the massive logs and carved stone they are able to gather more than enough to keep the dungeon running as well as build any new rooms that you may ask of them. With the mine under your control and with a stock of metal Avila has already begun learning from your newly dominated dwarves how to build and maintain a furnace, from there an anvil, and eventually the production of tools. She claims that the dwarves are happy to serve you and work as professional smiths, a position highly coveted in dwarvish society. Although they would have done anyway due to your total control over their minds, it is still nice to know your minions still serve you somewhat willingly.

+2 Dwarven Blacksmith

The mine that will supply your new smiths is well underway to becoming very lucrative. The decision to have both Imps and your undead serve in the mines was an effective one, as they are able to use the undead for long and strenuous labor that would be taxing on a normal imp, such as pushing carts or moving stones. That, plus the expendability of the undead and the nature of the summoned Imps, means that they can work quickly and unsafely compared to the humans and their dwarvish foremen. Speaking of, your prisoners still sit bound and gagged in an empty room. It would do good to secure them before they make any attempts to escape or worse, an attempt on the lives of those who dwell in your dungeon.

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NPC: THE GAME

YOUR MISSION IS TO BECOME THE ULTIMATE NON-PLAYABLE CHARACTER

RULES:

-USE ANY MEANS NECESSARY TO ATTRACT LOSERS
- ANYONE WHO ENGAGES WITH YOU LOSES
- YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO ENGAGE WITH ANYONE

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This here is a thread for all the faggots of Star vs The Forces of Evil

>You are Anon
>You are a weak, social outcast
>One day, Star Butterfly came into your life and stole your only friend, Marco Diaz
>You were a little salty, and one day made a mean joke which got you punched in the eye
>In the bathroom you found a mysterious hole in the wall
>In that hole was... THE BOOK
>You are currently grappling with a decision
>Accept the Gift?
>Or remain in suffering?

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You are the Double King. You want crowns.

You currently have two crowns, one because you're a king and another from pulling this rat king's skull out and stealing his crown. But two crowns are not enough to sate your hunger for more crowns. You want ALL of them.

The other kingdoms are aware of your lust for crowns, and have armed forces against you. Fortunately, as a king, you also have cool army shit.

>You have your caslte
>A mobile fortress the size of a fucking mountain
>The Ovum Regalia, a flying egg you ride in which fires tracking missles

You also have a few personal weapons

>Two giant golden knives, which are about the size of you
>This really sharp dining knife
>A sceptre you stole from a fish king
>A musket

It doesn't matter how many kings and queens are against you, YOU WILL GET ALL THIER CROWNS.

1. To the north is Queen Melila, Matriarch of the Hive. She is the queen of bees and her kingdom is one giant hive. The moment you attack she will send a swarm of bees your way. Her crown shines with amber embedded in it.

2. To the east is King Osro the Grisly. Despite not having much of a kingdom, he is known to be quite the ferocious fighter and the mightiest bear around. He'll be a challenge even for you. His crown is gilded with silver.

3. To the south is Count Franz, a vulture king who owns an army of a thousand vultures. He'll be extremely hard to catch even with your Ovum Regalia. His crown is an amalgamation of bones taking a crown-like shape, which is gilded in gold.

4. To the west is Holy Gargantus the Eldest. A gigantic turtle whose age is unknown to everyone. He'll be extremely hard to take down even with your fortress. His crown is extremtly heavy as well. His crown is giant and you won't be able to wear it. It'll make a good crown for your castle, however.

Roll a d4 or discuss between yourselves.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w_MSFkZHNi4 <--- Video for context

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The sweat continues to drip as you grind your way through the crowd, filled to the brim with Policia. Dizzy leading you by the hand unaware of how much trouble you two are actually in.

"Your little stunt to arouse the city won't save you. It's been over since you arrived"

"WAH!" the voice was whispering directly into your ear, you spin and backhand whatever is behind you. Nothing... "Diz! You had to hear that!"

"Hear wha?" She says looking back to you. "Ewww~ what's thaaaat~" she laughs pointing to your free hand.

'A black spot?' You think moving to try and take it off. Aww that's disgusting, it smearing!

"Yuck~" Dizzy adds in

But it seems your little bout of paranoia didn't go unnoticed... You glance left and right, three of the officers near you are keeping a close eye on you.

>A) You can totally make it to the hotel from here in a single sprint, you'd lose them.
>B) Keep calm, it's going to work out fine
>C) Pull out phone and act normal.
>D) Other.

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Welcome to Dragonball: Blue Star Quest! Taking place in the world of Dragonball, This quest will differ in that it is set many years after the Buu saga and the Z-Fighters are nothing more than legends now. You, the Readers/Players, will control the destinies of Nodal, Mallow, and Roni and their adventures of exploration and growing stronger as fighters.


>>Previous threads
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=Dragonball%3A+Blue+Star+Quest

>Rules

I will update the story. At the end of the update I will either give story progression options or you will battle against opponents with dice rolling based attacks. After an undetermined amount of time I will tally up the decisions and continue the story based on your choices. Battles/Dice Rolling events will be the best roll out of the first FIVE rolls (First roll, first served). Lets have some fun with this.

>>Current Saga

Diablo Desert Saga