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The forest is eerily dark this far in, the canopy an impenetrable crisscross of branches and leaves. Trees loom large around you, the silence deafening. There are no birds chirping, no leaves rustling in the wind, only the sound of detritus crunching underfoot as you pick your way between trees. The forest may as well be dead.
Finally, the trees give way to a clearing. At its centre is an enormous oak, thick branches twisting every which way, roots running right to the edge of the clearing. Slumped against its wide trunk is the spirit you're here for. Despite the townspeople's descriptions, you're still slightly taken aback. Typically, forest spirits tend towards more obvious forms - walking trees, bizarre plants, glowing animals.
This one is an elderly man, in everything but size.
Even as it sits huddled up, head against its knees and hands gripping its legs, its head brushes against the lowest of the oak's branches - the same as yours would, standing at full height.
As you step carefully into the clearing its eyes flick up to you, blinking in confusion.
"No, too old. Send another." The spirit's voice is dry, hollow.
"Old? Look again, spirit, you're mistaken." Slowly, carefully, you move your hand beneath your cloak to the hilt of your sword.
"It's not a matter of looking. The body is irrelevant, your mind, soul-" The spirit stops suddenly, then rises to its feet in a single swift motion, far faster than its aged form would suggest. "Shaman. Why? My demands have been reasonable."
"Reasonable? You demand a yearly blood sacrifice of a young, healthy adult from a town already decimated by the war. How is that reasonable?"
The spirit takes several long strides to tower over you. This close, you can make out the blood staining its ragged clothing, matting its hair. "They have me to thank for the fact that their town is merely decimated, and not wiped out altogether." As it speaks, the roots beneath your feet begin to pulse, faster and faster, almost like - exactly like - veins. "I shed my blood for them, spilled that of their enemies, and all I ask is that they shed theirs in turn. Instead of wading into their town, taking whichever lives I please, I wait here, starve myself, attempt to bargain. That is reasonable."

In better times, this would have made for an interesting case to study - it's not often that a spirit will change aspects, and you can't think of a recorded example of a spirit in the middle of that transition.
Instead, you'll have to content yourself with whatever power you'll gain from defeating it. A spirit like this should make for an interesting-
>-servant. As a spirit-binder, you can enslave weakened spirits to your will.
>-pact. As a pact-bearer, you're able to force spirits into deals for power, or to compel them to take action.
>-echo. As a spirit-eater, you consume defeated spirits for echoes of their power.
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>-echo. As a spirit-eater, you consume defeated spirits for echoes of their power.
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>-pact. As a pact-bearer, you're able to force spirits into deals for power, or to compel them to take action.
summoner

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sat on my ass for too long; old thread archived. hopefully you faggots are still here.
still open for new players

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fill all those 'istan's in eastern asia. spill into india.
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>>1353034

Flood Italy
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FINALLY WOOT
Try to fill Austria Slovakia and Hungary

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"Done" You say, as you fold up your report.

Derrick picks up one of the sizeable jars currently serving as a house for one of the sprites, and hands it to you.

"Use this one" He says. "We'll keep the other with us, just in case"

You take the jar and pop it open, allowing the sprite to zip about happily for a few seconds before she stops in front of you to take your report.

"Take this to Altea" You say.

The sprite smiles, salutes, and zips out.
Coral watches her curiously from her perch on your shoulder, but doesn't try to interact. You think it's starting to dawn on her that she's not the same as the other sprites.

But she's still awesome, so you reach up and pet her head.

>Ask what you should do now

>Talk about the town near here

>Ask why sprites let people put them in jars

>Other
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>>Ask what you should do now

>>Ask why sprites let people put them in jars

Its nice to have you back, I've been so empty these past weeks.
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>>Ask what you should do now
Glad you're back smiley, I missed you
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>>Ask what you should do now
>Ask why sprites let people put them in jars

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You are Captain Carya Marseille-O'Hara, and you've just watched the famed newtype ace Char Aznable blow his brains out with a pistol.

Or more precisely it was a clone of Char Aznable who died at the hands of the original, after what seems to have been months of them quietly messing with one another's minds. As he admitted, Char's newtype presence tends to subtly influence people, causing them to double down on things they already believe. Which is honestly even more insidious than changing their minds in a sense... a total reversal of thought and feeling is obvious, while increasing fervor and commitment is far harder to pin to an artificial cause. The clearest example of that in your mind is the runup to the One Year War, where nationalistic sentiment was whipped up into a frenzy by the Zabi family's rhetoric and behind-the-scenes maneuvering.

It's remarkably easy to manipulate people in that way even if you're not a newtype, because too often people end up manipulating themselves. Char's abilities just make it that much easier... anger becomes rage, pride becomes vanity, commitment becomes fanaticism, confidence becomes recklessness. You felt it yourself just a little while ago.

"Welcome back to the world of the living, Mister Comet," you nod, turning the barrel of your sidearm on him with a calm smile on your lips. "I bet you have a lot of interesting stories to tell."

"Boy do I ever," he replies just as calmly, drawing a bead on you with his own weapon... not a threat, you can feel, but simply because it's been so long since he's interacted with you that your true motives must be difficult to discern. His clone's blood pools around his shoulders as he lays silently, sidearm some distance across the floor where it came to rest.

Already forgotten, it seems.

“So, Captain,” he asks you, his blue eyes meeting your good eye as you stare each other down across the sight bases of your respective handguns. "What do we do now?"

“I dunno,” you admit, holding a resolute gaze. "You've been hiding from the world for so long... you wanna talk about it?"

“Not particularly,” Char admits. “But I suppose you have come this far, so you deserve an answer at least. I also have to confess my curiosity at your involvement here.”

“Well then,” you insist quietly. “It's rude to make a lady wait. Explain yourself, Char. What are you doing here, really?”
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“Soldiers have always struggled to find a place after their war ends,” Char begins, his sidearm still leveled at your head. “And I believe they always will. You know this to be true as well as I do, though you found a meaningful fight to pursue not long after finally betraying Zeon. At first I thought I was fortunate to end up on Axis, but it quickly became evident that those who withdrew after Zeon's destruction were all in the same situation of looking for meaning on another battlefield.”

“In leaving Axis Lady Mineva and Lady Haman were both fortunate as well, falling in with a band of soldiers who had found a fight worth dedicating themselves to,” Char continues to recount your own history. “To protect newtypes and maintain stability during an uneasy peace. I however found myself once more seeking meaning, my own personal vendettas having long been satisfied. Only those around me seemed to find any meaning in fighting.”

“After the final defeat of the militant Zeon remnants of Mars and your own accidental discovery of faster-than-light travel, I seized the opportunity to disappear,” Char tells you, finally getting to the part you haven't heard about yet. Perhaps he's sensed your impatience, or perhaps he's merely grown impatient himself. “And so I faked my death. I destroyed the mobile suit I had been piloting and stowed away on a cargo vessel, waiting for word to spread that I had gone missing.”

“When was it you figured out the nature of your abilities?” you ask, having noticed that curious omission. “Did something happen while you were a stowaway?”

Char shakes his head, careful never to break eye contact. “No, it was more of a gradual realization than what I gather happened in your instance. There was no dramatic situation, no life or death struggle. I was simply sneaking out to forage when I overheard a report on the satellite news that I had gone missing. They even put up a picture of my face, a fairly recent one at that... and the crewman watching it turned and looked me straight in the eyes.”

“He made a comment about my disappearance and went back to watching the news.”

“So even with a picture readily available to compare to, he couldn't tell it was you?” you ask, the anecdote dovetailing rather nicely with your own understanding of his newtype abilities. “And that's how you knew?”

“I had prepared to kill him,” Char admits, the faintest hint of discomfort evident in a slight shift in mood and tone. “When I realized that there was no recognition there I was too relieved to even question how. But after a while it dawned on me that there was no way he should have failed to recognize my face.”
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“And you didn't try and contact Natalie?” you ask incredulously. “Why didn't you take her with you? She was heartbroken when we finally gave up the search.

“Natalie Bianchi is a good woman,” Char replies tiredly, as if he doesn't want to think about her. “She deserves a better future than following around a dead man... and my concern was that if anyone realized I was still alive the very trick that was giving me this second chance at life would be ruined. And in that event, a cheap pair of sunglasses and a silly moniker wouldn't keep me out of the public eye.”

“A second chance?” you press.

Char nods slightly, his focus returning. “I dedicated my life to revenge the first time, and once I attained it my life lost meaning. So I treated my supposed “death” as a chance to start over, to take a different path.”

“Sounds like you finally found your fortune after all,” you muse.

“It was miserable,” Char insists flatly. “Where you see the universe as an untamed wilderness to be settled and appreciated for its endless beauty and danger, I saw only the same petty squabbles that existed before we left Earth for the stars. The Earth Federation may have collapsed, and Zeon may have been drastically changed, but we brought the same seeds of destruction that led to the One Year War with us into the far reaches of space.”

“Wherever we go as a species, the same tragedies that plagued our parents' generation and the generations before will unfold anew,” Char concludes. “That is what my time in the far territories taught me.”

“Well, you're still a right ray of sunshine,” you grumble, “but that still leaves one question unanswered...”

“Why am I here?” Char completes the thought.

“You tell me,” you reply with an arched eyebrow.

“I heard of a 'free colony' while I was out on Epsilon Eridani a,” Char explains, mentioning the fairly new colony world which was founded there just two years ago. “I decided that I was curious what that would look like in practical terms, so I stowed away on a cargo vessel bound for the Sol system... in a curious twist it was your ship which provided escort for the convoy.”
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“It was almost exactly as I feared of course,” he admits in a dismissive tone. “Corruption, public discontent bordering on revolution, threats of terrorism. But what I did not expect was to find myself here in the thick of it. My own name being used to drive people to support open rebellion. I had to get closer to the heart of this conspiracy.”

“And you discovered that it was a clone of yourself that was in charge?”

Char nods again. “Correct. And so I lied my way into the pilot corps of this little rebellion, then used my new position to begin collecting intel on their operations. I avoided being caught because many of them seemed to truly believe theirs was the one true Char Aznable, making any similarities I bore to him an amusing coincidence at most.”

“And how much did you learn?”

“In the three weeks I've been directly involved with them, not nearly enough,” Char admits. “Your arrival upset my plans... thankfully I was able to adjust to the changing situation.”

“So now I must ask, what brought you and your partner to this place?” Char presses, narrowing his eyes at you. “What is it you're chasing after now?”

>We don't know yet. All we know is that we've got a piece of something bigger.
>Honestly, we came here to deal with your clone. He was kidnapping newtype kids.
>We want to know why someone went to the trouble of cloning you, and who did it.
>Other?

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The water bender finally wakes up... The criminal long gone, he escaped with the young boy. Lucky when the criminal fled he left behind his accomplices, and another? Perhaps someone you saved? You recall that the two did run off to rescue someone, was this them?

You step over the unconscious bodies of the several criminals over to the other whom you have saved. Before you reach her she begins sitting up, head bobbing from side to side and struggling to stand.

"Whatta... What's? Who , is going on... No, what is going on"

Her words jumbled her speech slurred. You would probably take her for a drunk, if she didn't have a dart sticking from her arm. You remember seeing that in a store you passed earlier... The shooter store!

'Sheershnew grade hunting darts' Good for game of any size.

She keeps addressing you in gargled speech, trying to make a comprehendable statement. However her words are growing harder to hear due to the incoming sirens.

SIRENS! I'VE ONLY BEEN HERE TWO HOURS I CAN'T GET ARRESTED!

>A) Grab her (and/or) the water bender and bail!
>B) Grab one of the thugs and bail.
>C) Surely the authorities of this city are kind and fair. I should just explain the situation.
>D) Other.
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>>D) Other.
Hide and ask the water bender's opinion on this.
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>>1348865
>>A) Grab her (and/or) the water bender and bail!

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>Let’s Game!
>Super Game!
>Ultra Game!
>What’s your name?
>You’re a Kamen Rider!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G8dqrIbhsp8

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>What is this thing?
This is a quest where you play a young game developer for GENM Corp, a company that revolutionized the industry with its games and the “Gashat” game media. However, the CEO Dan Kuroto has revealed his dark intentions: He released a game that can spawn bloodthirsty monsters in real life, monsters that can only be defeated by people transformed into masked warriors(Ride-players) using the “Kamen Rider Chronicle” gashat. Being defeated as a “Ride-player” is a certain death, which has turned this into a game of survival.

Now, Dan Kuroto has placed himself as the “Game Master” of the city you live in, and has promised that the tatakae wa fighting will never end until someone clears the game. You and your friend, the genius gamer Ryoto, have vowed to protect this city however you can, with the power of Gashats and by taking up the mantle of the Masked Hero, Kamen Rider! Now go, and fight!
>Twitter for updates and announcements
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STAT CARD
George Beaumont
POWER: 2
INT: 4
HEART: 4
GUTS: 3
SKILL: 3
Favorite Gashat: Gekitotsu Robots

>Last Time:

>The young man glanced at the cover of the gashat. "Free games, free consoles, using all of our old games as power ups? Why..?" He said, obviously a bit worried. It seemed...too good. But nothing really could be bad about this, right? It was only a game.

>"I will make the game to end all games. A game that lets ANYONE be a hero!

>One that allows the world to become an adventure!

>Press the Button, and let the game start!

>ENTER THE GAME! RIDING THE END!

> Everyone was transforming...into someone in what looked like armor, each person with a rod at their side.

>He was Salty, the final boss of Mighty Action X. In the flesh. He raised up an arm and it seemed to spark with powerful electricity. W...what the hell was going on?

>Dan simply held his arms out. "This is the game! Be a hero, and fight these monsters! Use everything you have and everything you can find, and be the number one Hero!"

>Ryoto leapt up with his Rider Rod in both hands swinging it with the wrath of an angry god. A shock of red electricity through Salty, before...
>Ryoto backed up, watching as Salty exploded. "YATTA!" He said, giving a fist pump.

>That is a Gashacon Gamevisor! It can let you become even stronger! With gashat, you can unlock the power of Level Two!"

>"I guess it's time for you to transform."

>"GACHAN! LEVEL UP! Monsters GO! Maho To Shokan! Kijitsu CARDO!"

>Ryoto’s eyes alit with light as his new form became obvious. An armored man, a wizard-like theme to his new armor.

>"Let's Ride."

Welcome back, everyone, to Kamen Rider Chronicle! The new episode will now begin.
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"Let's ride."
He said, with a confident tone…Though now that you had a moment to think on it, it had a small note of fear in it.
You nod, and head off towards your motorcycle alongside him...a confident stride as you get on and start driving through the city. It’s not quite a warzone yet, as you can see people walking along the sidewalks without a care in the world. You give a breath as you start driving through the roads a bit recklessly.
The messages on your phone were still worrying you.

[REBECCA]
>It hurts like a bitch! I can barely move. It’s that fucker from your robot game. A few guys are covering me, but. It’ll take me a bit. I can get there though! I’ll get to your place. Just Explain There!

[HITOMI]
>whats going on? O.O i was running late for the launch party but
>pippi pipopo appeared and started talking??? And now some guys in brown costumes are fighting a samurai. one of them turned into a bright green suit too!
> ;A; i’m going to your place george-kun!

They both were caught up in a battle, it seems. Rebecca already had an inkling of what was going on and turned into a Ride-player, while Hitomi apparently hadn’t listened too well to the instructions.
You had an inkling both could get to your place on time, but…you weren’t sure.
The road was clear at least, you would shudder to think of what’d happen if Motos from Bakusou was active. It seems that the chaos hadn’t spread throughout the town JUST yet.
Still, maybe you could…No, no you don’t have enough time to do it all.
What will you do?
>Go get Rebecca. She’s already injured and while she might have a Ride-player form down already it might make her a target. Overconfidence because you have a way of fighting back is too grave a risk, meanwhile you can trust Hitomi to keep out of the way.
>Go get Hitomi. She’s a civilian and she’s close enough to a battle with one of these enemies to see what kind of enemy it is. She’s liable to get caught up with no way of defending herself. You can trust on Rebecca to get back, she’s tough.
>Go straight Home to regroup and make a battle plan, waiting for the other two to arrive. You managed to make Kijitsu Card compatible with the sudden dev suite update. Maybe someone saw this coming, and if so, it had to be from the inside. Maybe even someone you know.
>Try and assist any Ride-player groups you can see, do a quick patrol of the streets before you get home. You don’t want a repeat of Vernier’s little display back there. You swear you can still feel Ryoto shaking as he’s holding onto you. Kid was always a little soft. Not that you aren’t feeling a bit fucked up seeing that too.
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>Try and assist any Ride-player groups you can see, do a quick patrol of the streets before you get home. You don’t want a repeat of Vernier’s little display back there. You swear you can still feel Ryoto shaking as he’s holding onto you. Kid was always a little soft. Not that you aren’t feeling a bit fucked up seeing that too.

Not a bad idea to get more combat experience before the meeting.
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>Go straight Home to regroup and make a battle plan, waiting for the other two to arrive. You managed to make Kijitsu Card compatible with the sudden dev suite update. Maybe someone saw this coming, and if so, it had to be from the inside. Maybe even someone you know.

WITH A CONDITIONAL WRITE-IN

>If either of the other two send a particularly alarming message, drive in their direction immediately.

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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 and spoke to Allie about ship customization. Good luck, and fair skies.

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“Have you heard from your brother since we last spoke?” You raise an eyebrow.

Allie nods. “He’s called a couple times, yeah.” She shrugs. “But they’ve been short conversations.”

You nod, remembering the mysterious agent who you helped last time you were here. You aren’t actually sure that Allie fully understands what her brother does for work, and to tell the truth, you aren’t completely sure yourself. “I see.”

She crosses her arms. “Have you spoken to him at all?”

You frown. “We’ve spoken, yeah.” Looking around, you marvel silently at the progress Allie has made on her shop. “You wouldn’t happen to need a transport crew for anything, would you?” You then make a gesture at the various machinery littering the lot. “Seems like you’ve got a pretty large operation nowadays.”

She looks off toward the main building, scratching her chin thoughtfully. “Well… I suppose I could use some help getting cargo from place to place…”

“Any place in particular?”

Allie nods. “I’ve still got that contract with the CFP forces based on Ceres. They’ve requested an order of spare parts for their gun-laying systems.” She points to a stack of crates off in the corner of the lot, covered by a canvas tarp. It’s not a huge amount of cargo, probably enough to fill a third of your hold.

“How much does it pay?” You raise an eyebrow, looking over at the payload.

“Ten thousand standards.” She puts her hands on her hips. “But I can work it in to another discount on your ship’s overhaul if you’d like.”

>”We’ll take the job.”
>”I don’t think we’ll do it. Sorry.”
And if you take the job:
>”I’ll just take the cash.”
>”I’ll take the discount.”
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>”We’ll take the job.”
>>”I’ll take the discount.”
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>”We’ll take the job.”
>”I’ll take the discount.”

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Jessie laughs as I sigh and take another bite of ginger, pulping half of the root with a single bite as she lays against me, still laughing her ass off as she pats me on the back once.

"Are you done yet?" I ask, already annoyed and pissed off at the one friend I had before I got to Tartarus city.

"Sorry sorry" She says, holding her fist up to try and calm down, as I keep on chewing on my root, to get all the flavor and juice out of it "I just....May its just so funny".

"I don't see how my...relationship is funny" I grumble, as she frowns guiltily

"No, its surprising, but seeing you like that is just....I always took you for more of a pit bull than a little puppy, May" She says teasingly

"Shut up!" I yell, chewing on the rest of the ginger as the big cow smirks damn near exactly like an imp girl "Dammit! stop making me embarrassed you cow, Its just how....it is, Yvette is too cuddly and I can't really be....ya know, look I don't really know what to do, so shut up before I actually get mad jessie"

"Sorry" She says softly "I mean...you nearly gave me a heart attack from shock you know"

"And you've been making me want to dig a hole to die in since you found out" I growl as Jessie hangs her head, looking really guilty now

"Hey, its what friends do, I just thought you'd laugh" She says meekly as I glare at her, as she stare out at the river at the bottom of the cliff "Still never knew you were..."

She makes a few weird motions with her hands, stopping as she sees my frown deepen into a scowl.

"Gay? Trust me its a surprise for me to" I snort, before I smirk "Still, not torn up about it, Yvvy's a fun girl"

"Well I'm happy for you but it kind of" She says, blushing as she covers her chest and looks away "kind of makes all the hugs I gave you a little...weird now, doesn't it?"

"You mean near smotherings, you fat ass" I cackle as she glares at me and giggles "and...not really, your my friend, friends hug eachother right"

"Yeah but still" She says shrugging "Its kind of....I don't know its just feels weird to me now"

"Only now?" I ask with a huffing laugh "ah, you're the weird one here Bell, You spent years doing that to me and only now do you"

"Shut up" She says, looking really flustered now, stomping her hoof on the edge of the cliff....breaking a big chunk of it off

I laugh as she jumps back, looking even more embarrassed now.

Cont
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What do I do?
[] Mess with her some more
[] Hey, Jesss, wanna fight?
[] OH HEY, YVVY CAN LIKE, WALK BETWEEN WORLDS AND SHIT, ITS AWESOME
[] Ya know...I'm really glad I became a dragon
[] thank her for not being TOO weird about all this
[] Reassure her she isn't my type anyways....I think?
[] Do the old "pretending to push her off the edge" prank 1d20+might
[] Guilt trip her
[] Tell her about Valhalla and the gods I met up there, and my old corpse
[] apologize for being a little bitchy
[] You know, Yvette is still probably Embarrassed that you walked in on her shining my scales.
[]Call her fat and laugh at her
[] Show off my new magic 1d20+Magic
[] write in

Sorry I've been sick a lot lately, I'm just the type who only gets sick for like... once or twice a year,but stays sick for fucking ever. May have to push USNQ back a day, but I'm not sure.
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>[] OH HEY, YVVY CAN LIKE, WALK BETWEEN WORLDS AND SHIT, ITS AWESOME
>[] Ya know...I'm really glad I became a dragon
>[] thank her for not being TOO weird about all this
>[] Tell her about Valhalla and the gods I met up there, and my old corpse
>[] apologize for being a little bitchy
Hope you're feeling better HM
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>>1342664
>[] Mess with her some more
>[] Ya know...I'm really glad I became a dragon
>[] thank her for not being TOO weird about all this
>[] You know, Yvette is still probably Embarrassed that you walked in on her shining my scales.
>[] OH HEY, YVVY CAN LIKE, WALK BETWEEN WORLDS AND SHIT, ITS AWESOME
>[] Tell her about Valhalla and the gods I met up there, and my old corpse

Glad you're feeling better HM.

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The night air is fresh smelling as it comes through the car window.
The stars are visible, same with glow emitting from the windows of the hospital in the distance.
The car pulls into the employee parking lot and shuts off. The driver steps out and puts on a white coat over her hoodie and walks into the Hospital...
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>>1352108
And bloody hell couldn't they find someone else?
It's obvious that our MC does not want to be here, but she is getting paid, so that's a plus.
For all the drive the pager has been going off like crazy. It's probably gonna long night.
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>>1352123
Check out the notes on the wall.
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>>1352123
Two new messages received.
Both of the jobs are pretty easy to do.
your probably gonna have to see what meds 380 needs.
which one will you do first?

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You are the fabled Black Knight, feared and respected across the land for your deeds and a proud member of the Chroma Knights, the most elite group of warriors known to the world.

You have been hired by the Kingdom of Ptherra to rescue their Princess whom was taken after their massive defeat against the Grey Mane Legion, you've been promised a great sum of treasure and power for your assistance in saving the Princess but you know you cannot take on the Legion alone.

You decide you will assemble the Chroma Knights and take the fight to the Grey Manes.

Or well.. that's the plan anyway.

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After some travel you have arrived in the Scorched Lands of the Blue Tower, a.k.a the hills near Blue Knight's tower.

You're not sure how but you have quite the large party following behind you, this adventure to gather everyone has gained quite the bit of excess party members, hopefully you can find a use for all of them.

You're right on the boarder of the Scorched Lands, now would be the best time to think of how you're going to get to Blues' tower as you remember the road leading there isn't exactly safe.

Well, What's the plan?

>Remember some information about Blue, maybe that might help.
>Form a proper ass formation and march.
>Send a scout or two to check the path ahead.
>Fuck it and walk forward, plans are for squares.
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>>1343938
>>Remember some information about Blue, maybe that might help.
More plot info sounds nice.
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Hey guys let me know when you are here.
Previous thread here >>1317843
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>>1342237
Miellewds-guy here.
Maybe we should get a set of Dancer silks for Miel and Miel II?
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>>1342258

They dont have the job though, so it WOULD look lewd and for no gain, really.

Can't use is as anything but a dress since they're still technically pets, which reminds me, let's get around to giving land to miel today?
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>>1342274
>let's get around to giving land to miel today?
It was supposed to be a wedding gift, and to have the proper pomp and ceremony of legitimizing a world power.
Will signing the land over to Miel have the proper gravitas?

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Char Sheet: http://pastebin.com/mYBvajGn
Other Character Sheets!: http://pastebin.com/K05wcqLy <Going to add emi as soon as I can>
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"So, don't you have super heroics or something to do" Adam asks, picking his teeth as he watches me from across the table as I make some quick repairs on my cat, as my brother helps me by keeping all of the spare parts floating in the air.

"Mmm no, our area of protection has been quite calm lately, since the Ragtags seem to be on the run" I say, flipping the welder I've made around in my hand, and absorb it back into my palm "And the reality bender I met hasn't reappeared to cause trouble yet"


"But her mother's been working me to death"Mom groans from the couch, making me frown "She's practically a slave driver"

"Oh yeah she is, at least I know how to work with ultra" Adam sighs as Rasputin turns to him, all three of his eyes narrowing sadly "You're working outside of your expertise"

"Until she asks me to make new life" Mom says jokingly as I smile, and reactivate my pet with a flip of my wrist, the robotic cat purring as it wakes up and rubs its face against my hand

"Oh I think three of us is enough trouble" Rasputin says jokingly as his mouth forms on his pure black face "and I don't want to be a big brother, teaching them right from wrong"

"Well, I mean mimi still has trouble with it, Big guy so maybe focus on her before worrying about crap that isn't happening" Adam snorts, opening a can of coke as mom and I sigh

"Mimi is just...wild, she wants excitement since she's pretty immature and instinct driven to be honest" I say softly, shaking my head before I smirk, as my cat climbs up my arm "But she's getting better, isn't she"

"Yeah, can't really blame her for being what she is"Mom says warmly as Adam sighs and looks at ras

"You gonna chew me out to?" He asks as my brother smirks and laughs in all our heads

"Nah, you've paddled up shit creek enough without my help" He says with a sneer, his third eye narrowing sadistically, before his expression softens with worry "and talking about mimi, where is she?"

"She's with that rek'a'dari she fought, apparently he's trying to explain their religion to her, but I think its just an excuse to fight" I say calmly as my metal cat wraps around my neck

"Isn't everything with Rek'a'dari?" Adam chuckles as Mom sits up looking rather cross with us

"And you didn't go with her?" She asks angrily

"He had no ill will and...well Mimi can handle herself" Rasputin says with a shrug

"I can go check up on her if you want" I say cheerfully as I push my chair away from the table and move to get out of it.

But then the air around me gets funny, as some kind of frequency runs through it, and I can feel it deep inside me, the parts of the blackguard machine I assimilated resonating with it.

Is that....a radio signal?

cont
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>>1348734


What do I do?
[]pause to decode and read it 1d20+int
[]check in on mimi
[] tell my family
[] ask if I've been a good girl
[] Call Cyra and emi
[] Contact my other mom
[] Smirk, and hack into the local hero's alert system to broadcast this 1d20+control
[] Call Sawblade and ask if he'd like a chance at redemption
[]ask mom about her working conditions
[] Oh? so you could make me more young siblings?
[] write in


Sorry for taking so long to get back around to this
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Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>1348736
>[] tell my family
>[] ask if I've been a good girl
>[] Call Cyra and emi
>[] Contact my other mom
>[] Smirk, and hack into the local hero's alert system to broadcast this 1d20+control


No problem HM, how'd the appointment go?
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Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>1348736
>[] tell my family
>[] ask if I've been a good girl
>[] Call Cyra and emi
>[] Contact my other mom
>[] Smirk, and hack into the local hero's alert system to broadcast this 1d20+control

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The world is dying, it was once vibrant, and prosperous, but it has begun to fade. Famine and plague ravage the land. The dead rise, filled with insatiable hatred for the living. Vile monsters, once thought extinct, feast once again. The Gods have gone silent and their priests have lost all power, but blasphemous cults and profane warlocks are stronger than ever before. Bandits and warlords pillage across the land, and what's left of the kingdoms is crumbling. If it is not the End, the End is nigh.

There is a light in the darkness, in the shape of a few rugged individuals who refuse to go quiet into that dark night. If there's ever been a time for adventurers, that time is now.

> What is your name?

> Are you male or female?

> What do you look like?

> Why are you adventuring?

> What skill do you bring to bear?

> Martial Prowess, [+2 to specific weapon type, specify which]
> Ancient Lore, [+2 to historical and mythological lore]
> Raw Might, [+2 to strength, +4 to toughness]
> Nimble Agility, [+2 to stealth and dodge]
> Arcane Lore, [A pitiful smidgen of arcane power, can be developed further]
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>Name
Klaus Beckmann
>Gender
Male
>Look
average height, pale skin, broad shoulders, black short hair, thin beard, large stature, unathletic
>Why?
Born a peasant father died in war, mother died from disease, wasn't able to hold the family farmstead.
>Skills
Raw Might, [+2 to strength, +4 to toughness]
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>Name
Slikk
>Gender
Female
>Look
Bone thin, dirty, frayed hair, scarred. Marks or a life spent scavenging for something to sell, robbing and cutting throats and running from guards.
>Why
Only life she's ever known, but one she has lived interestingly. Well versed in stealth and persuasion. Her life of crime has led her to find and occasionally even attempt to read spellbooks, giving her a slight grasp on magic.
>Skill
Arcane Lore, [A pitiful smidgen of arcane power, can be developed further]
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>>1345027
> What is your name?
Charlie Flint

> Are you male or female?
Male

> What do you look like?
A small, hunched man with shoulder-lenght black hair. Usually dressed in old, dirty clothes with a big hat that covers most of his features. 4 rings made of steel adorn his fingers, 2 on each hand. Whenever he talks, one may see the shine of a single golden tooth.

> Why are you adventuring?
"Grave robbin' ain't as safe as it used ta' be now, fella. It's become one hell of a danger ev'ry time one of 'em dead fucks decide to wake back up and try ta' eat ye. So i gotta find a new job, but nobody here wants me, cuz' ev'ry one knows me n' what i do, ya know? So i guess now the only people that'll accept me are the mad fekkers that want ta' adventure an' kill baddies. Luckily, i got me a nice sharp piece from some dead army general a couple 'a weeks ago."

> What skill do you bring to bear?
Nimble agility [+2 to stealth and dodge]

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"Well this sucks."
Thats the only word you, Ezekiel Krieger, can muster your remaining strength to say. Separated from your squad in the middle of a war in an ancient great forest bring much weight unto your worthless soul. Hours of walking around only took you deeper into the forest. Your squad was supposed to meet with the Hero's adventuring group and help deal with the threat of an archdaemon hiding in this forest. The great forest of Sigurd, a place littered with ruins of temple and fortresses of old, boast a high density of magic which empowers magic users. This is probably why the archdaemon is here, to absorb the forest's power. You decided to continue moving after a quick rest on a ruined shrine. Suddenly, a rustling sound can be heard behind you.
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The suspense is killing me
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>>1341944
Oi OP, is there a second part, or are tou waiting on players to make actions? If the latter, it's usually better to indicate as much.
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>>1341944
Equipment :
Iron Straight Sword (1d8 dmg)
Iron Kite Shield (1d5 def)
Chainmail (2 def)

A rustling is heard behind you as you lift yourself up to continue your journey. "Frickin 'ell..." Whatever coming out of that bush, you better choose your actions wisely.

>Hold your ground (1d5+2)
>Try to hide (1d10)
>Pre-emptive strike (1d8)

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The genre is thriller troll! Yes, thriller, and troll... it's a new genre. Write a new paragraph, coherent with the last, and we'll see the story unfold. Chapter one: I always loved the pool. That's why I went to the pool today, hopefully I wouldn't die from drowning, or get in a terrible accident on the slide. But anyway...Oh wait a second it's April, the pools closed. I walk in anyway... I'm a vandal now. Here I am at the pool! My name is...
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Jason. And I am an elite Cummando. While pornography takes time and responsibility, my mind, body and testes tell me that time must too be allocated for leisure and responsibilities must be eased during those periods. The faint rays of the sun stroke the edges of the mostly cloud filled sky and the pool staff have taken that as a cue to close for the day. Now that I'm in, changing into my swimming costume is the easy part; I've always preferred nudity. It makes my line of work a whole lot easier. And with absolutely no body around there is no need to...
"Eeeek! What the hell are you doing here!"
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"The swimming on land competition is today, nice suit///"
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A lifeguard storms onto the beach. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU KIDS DOING. THIS POOL'S CLOSED DUE TO AIDS." Jason averts his eyes uneasily. His testicles are starting to feel warm. He regrets not putting sunblock on his white-as-rice member. Jason asks, "Who the fuck are you?"

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