Archived threads in /qst/ - Quests - 163. page

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First thread http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/1305652/

Ok so your navi is possessed. First order of business panic. What am I going to do? What am I going to do? What am I going to do?! Is he in pain? Can he infect other navis? Should I delete him? No your a repairman you have to fix him, but you can't do it on your own. Ok think what are your options? I could go to another repair shop. No they probably wouldn't know any more than I do. I need to think bigger. SciLab could help. Would they really see me though? Wait Meera, she has connections there. Your PET is out in a second. You bring up contacts and call Meera immediately.

"Help my navi is possessed" you say as fast as you can.

"What" is her only reply disbelief thick in her voice.

"I went to the bulletin board to speak to him and he said help me I'm fading and then he just slumped over and turned off"

"Ok calm down we can fix this. Be at my place in twenty minutes" she says and hangs up.

You take a few deep breaths to cool yourself off before you get in to your van and head over. When you get there Meera is already outside. You step out of your van and in to her car as you both make your journey to SciLab.

"Don't worry I have a friend who can take care of everything" she tries to assure you while keeping her eyes on the road.

The trip is a short one and soon you find yourself in the waiting room of SciLab. The wait is grueling, but eventually you're called back. When you arrive at your destination you see a man with combed black hair and green eyes partially obscured by goggles (why he'd need them in a computer lab is anyone's guess) dressed in a lab coat.

"Hi I'm Sam Wilkins what seems to be the problem" he asks.

>Write in

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(The QM has the plague edition... Last thread is on autosage again, it seems, found here: >>1313913 ... Quite a bit happened that thread, so if you'd like any more details than just the short summary you might wanna give it a read before it dies.)

Last thread we went through quite an ordeal. We woke up in the garden of a town, of which we don't know the name, and began to explore this mist-filled town. We found out that a man named Saint George is celebrated in this town for his contributions during a drought several hundred years ago. Through his efforts the land was cultivated and colonized further to become the town of... Well, you don't know.

Your amnesia still persists. You haven't found out anything new about yourself. You don't know your name, where you came from, or who you are.

You have decided to set out on a mission to get some shoes, which has taken you through the east part of town. You've yet to get your shoes, but you've found several other things. First, sections of the town seem to be taken out, and though you've yet to confirm this it looks like these holes have a bottom of bubbling blackness. You've seen two of these strange anomalies, both of which you've marked on your map.

On your way to the mall (as part of your quest for shoes) you passed the Bargain Books shop. Something, and you don't know what it is... But something sent a heavy metal rack full of books flying out the front door. You took off running, and slipped right in front of Rupert's-- A bar across from the mall.

You approached the Golden Menagerie Mall, but you did not enter. Both of the customer entries and the fire exit were inaccessible from the outside, and when you tried to enter through the back of the mall you were spooked. Hair standing on the back of your neck, a lurch in your chest and stomach, a cold sweat down your neck... You decided not to even go near the mall, at least for the time being. Instead, you decided to try Anna's Tailoring to see if there might be shoes and something more appropriate to wear inside.

While making your way down the back alley behind the store, something odd happened. You were trying to enter the store through the back, but you were ambushed by some sort of monster. Fleshy, drooling, long and spindly... It did some slight damage to you, but you tore that creature apart with your knife. Really, you decapitated the monster. Yet another ambush was launched upon you when the same breed of monster grabbed you from inside of a trash bin. You struggled against it with an impressive amount of strength, but ultimately had to be bailed out of that nasty situation.

(1/2)

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You wake in an elevator going down several floors with a camera watching your movement and a control pad with several symbols rather than numbers which seem to not work you wondering how you got here, you try to remember much as possible You are a female and your name is... >GIVE HER NAME<

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You are a Wendigo, a gangling horned beast that feasts on flesh for survival. Your metamorphosis is just complete, and your stomach hungers like never before. The dark pine forest of rolling hills blows a chill breeze of late Autumn, the orange sun setting on the horizon. Your improved hearing can hear chattering in the distance to the Northeast.

You need to eat soon.

>dice+2d5
>1 is worst case and 10 is best case
>dice rolling is used for actions: mainly for movement and attacks (1 would be a step, 10 would be a leap OR 1 would be a small scratch and 10 would be an instand kill, for example depending on the action)
>basic actions consist of Moving, Attacking, Screeching, Eating, Sniffing, Listening (For example: Attack X, Sniff/Listen for Y)
>actions not restricted to the basics

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In a world where magic is real and the ones who are most adept in it holds high position in society, you WILL NOT play as a super powerful chosen hero highschool boy with inexplicably high potential, surrounded by big chested childhood friend and beautiful school idols. No, you will play as one of the people in the background. This story tells the story of another highschool boy in the same academy as the chosen one, the Aurelia Magic Academy. In this universe everybody can cast magic no matter how small it is. Every nation have its magic academy for cultivating magical talent, aside from standard educations. In this case you are in a nation called Aurelia and you are currently studying in its national magic academy where young people gather to discover their calling. You are a son of a Castle Guard, allowing you to attend the academy with minimal fee(albeit losing out on some privileges than those who paid normal fee). You insisted on going to a vocational academy but your father insisted on you going to the magic academy. Even though your talent is sub-par, you intend to make full use out of attending this academy and reach a good position in the goverment. But then your normal calm days are interrupted by a seemingly normal dude (who always hangs out with his big chested childhood friend and his bespectacled best friend) next class defeating the school's idol.

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You ate a couple buckets full of cheap carnival nachos. You've been in the porta-potty for a couple hours. When you finish taking a dump, you realize there's no toilet paper! Not only that, the porta-potty is being moved somewhere else!

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>>Previous threads

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=Dragonball+quest

>>Writeup Pastebin

http://pastebin.com/nzPARvE8

>>Information

This quest, as the title suggests, takes place in the world of Dragon Ball. You're playing as a twenty-two year old man named Tofoo, and will adventure through the story of the Dragonball series alongside characters such as Goku, Yamcha, Bulma, Tien, and many others. Through your actions, you can make significant changes to the story, and perhaps even become the strongest fighter on Earth.

>Rules

At the end of each update you'll have ten minutes to vote on options. Write-ins are allowed, but I do reserve the right to veto them.

In the event of a draw, the option to receive the next vote wins

Rolls will be used on certain occasions, such as attempting a technique for the first time or attempting something extremely difficult. You will have three rolls, and if one succeeds, you succeed. There are no crits.

Rolls are made AFTER an option wins, not during the voting process

I hope everyone has fun.

>>Current Saga

Three Years of Training

>>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ew1A7ntUwAo

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It is an age of mercenaries in a fantasy land. Join a small band of Landsknechts as they seek fame and coin.

Today we assault Etti Crow's Manor to oust the rebel scum.

Previously: >>1296875

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You had intended to leave later. Two months from now, when you reached your seventeenth year.

Like many of your peers you fantasized about what waited past the ice and snow. You dreamed about testing your skill with the sword against all challengers, about grand battles with giant beasts.

The more you matured the more you realised you just wanted to see the world as a traveler, going wherever the road decided to take you.

You were more eager. Your fingers brush the long hilt of the first weapon at your hip.

Warriors of the nomadic tribes are one half of a whole. At the age of fourteen they traveled west, crossing the frozen land to request a blade from the folk of the Mountain. The forgekeepers put their hearts into their work and the one that answers the request becomes bonded with the warrior, often becoming as close as family or lovers.

An ideal that almost belongs in fairy tales, but one much of your story followed. You made the journey and met a tall smith only a year your elder. He was kind, gentle, and held an admirable dedication to his craft. He forged your first blade, and you could not have had happier years to your life.

You killed him not long ago.

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>Sorry it took a while, but Mythic World is back!
>Previous Threads: https://archived.moe/qst/search/subject/Mythic%20World/
>Discord: https://discord.gg/fJ6nrTs
Due to the sudden and quite large drop off of players, OP is now opening up the game again! To start, just fill out a stat sheet:
Kingdom Name: (What your fledgling Kingdom is called)
Race(s): (What kind of peoples inhabit your Kingdom-Okay with most things, fetish fuel will be purged)
(A WORD OF WARNING: Fluff might be slightly altered if it doesn't fit the theme of the setting)
Color: (Your color on the map-not black, please.)
Fluff: Your Kingdom's backstory, and how they came to settle in this new place- helps determine starting resources, tech, and eccentricities- the more thorough the better, but please try to keep it within a post)
-Don't fill out (unless told)-
Territory: 7
Settlements:(Capital City)
Population (Total/Unoccupied/Working): 12(+x/turn)/0/0
Food:
Currency:(+x/turn)
Stability: (x)/100
Industry:
Buildings (Capital City):
Technology:
Magic:
Resources:
Armory:
Military: (3 player named unit (1x))
Eccentricities: (GM GENERATED)
Turn crunch incoming!

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About The Quest~
Consider this quest a sandbox-ish quest(there's still a plot tho), you'll be meeting different species and doing whatever you want with them, anything goes, there's no-write in that's too lewd, stupid, crazy, dumb, like i said anything goes
You'll decide what to do with the tribes and species you'll meet along the way, want to turn their female/male population into submissive wrecks while the other dominates them? Want to drive them into extinction? Want to unify all the species of the area and make a kingdom out of them with you at the helm? Sure, go ahead, if the majority is ok with it you can do it.
I'll provide you with possible actions, suggestions as well as an option for a write-in
Now, let's get started
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So
What happened last time?
Lone retired to a cave nearby and you visited her from time to time after a fiasco you two had on her first time and another time before that when you took her out to hunt, after resolving that you entered a timeskip to the birth of your first normal kid with Varu and you organized a party for him, the days after that you noticed some people were missing and set out to find them, the orphans and Lone had been captured the older Orphans didn't suffer any harm unlike Lone who was beat up pretty bad, you burned her captors corpse and took his armor and weapon, you also rescued another girl who the Grey people follow.
Did i miss anything?

Previous thread
>>1277172

Continuing story in next post

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The Raiders – Part 12

It is a fact that anyone who has spent more than a few minutes with you quickly realizes you have an intense interest in glass and jewels.

Rana Najla is no exception, of course. Bare as you are, you still posses your jewelry, and that is almost entirely of glass with a few gems more as accent to that than the focus of the fine crafting. Your bracers, the heavy torc, the delicate glass filigree amulet with the gem caged within, the rings you sport, almost a weapon-weight in glass and nearly a hands-weight in gemstones painstakingly selected and on occasion re-cut.

There is a small satchel or pouch in every holding you have that contains a variety of gems and jewels, and there are decorous pieces of hand crafted glass both for personal decoration, household décor, and a few pieces for personal use and play as well. There are even weapons and armor of stuff as similar to glass as you could find: void glass, blood crystal, and even enchanted glass-steel, though much of that is in your armory and your forge rather than places you live.

The length of golden chain wrapped about your hand is what brings up this peculiar topic, for the end is bare of decoration, and a small globe or sphere of class would be both decorative and useful at the end of the length of chain that attaches to the shimmering collar of gold-studded black leather that Rana wears in addition to the black silk of her billowing leggings and halter-top. Her cuffs too are fastened with gold, though it is undoubtedly an alloy or perhaps enchanted.

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Previous threads here:

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Secret%20Princess%20Zelda%20Quest

>You are Princess Zelda, heir to the fallen throne of Hyrule

>Your father, corrupted by Power, died in a coup, your Kingdom shattered in a civil war 10 years ago, the Hero in Green giving his life to ensure you escaped the conflict

>An uneasy peace has returned to the land, but omens of a descent into greater chaos than before loom on the horizon

>You, Zelda Hyrule, have the potential to claim your birthright and restore the Kingdom to what it once was, bring back true peace to the lands. Your path ahead is not set in stone; you must chisel it in yourself. What kind of Legend will you create?

And for reference, pastebin with stats, inventory, and some mechanics:

http://pastebin.com/ztD8mTjK

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9 Years ago, a new world was called forth from the chaos. It’s people found themselves at the beginning of their time, in the stone age and lost in a sea of megafauna from bygone eras and metafauna crawling the countryside and the underside. Peopled with elves, dwarves, goblins, orcs, gnolls and faeries...and more and worse the years began to turn.

On the first day, the gods created Everything. The whole planet willed to being by their combined efforts. It’s ecosystems begun in the middle of things. It’s people began in small groups of only 100. Each of the surviving 100 recalls the first day, that instant they became aware of themselves, the fog that was so thick you could only see yourself, then gravity happened, and the fog withdrew slowly, revealing the rest of the tribe. Each had a name, and they each knew everyone in their tribe. They had a simple spoken language (appx 2000 words, no past tense (there’s no past!) no future tense... for obvious reasons. They knew how to make stone tools, build shelters suitable for their kind and their native materials. They knew how to hunt, and which plants were good to eat. Spears, knives, hammers, axes… that’s about it… enough knowledge of hides or plants to clothe one’s self modestly. The simple life.

Magic is afoot on Admor, as are the forces of evolution. We have “elves” for example, rather than High or Wood. They haven’t differentiated yet. Our magic system is based loosely on the Rolemaster system, if you care to torrent the PDFS.

New players will be caught up with those who remain, you may choose a new race or assume an abandoned one, old players are welcome back. I’m creating GOOGLE documents for each race, and sharing it with the individual players so that our records are kept together for our mutual convenience.

Turns are seasonal, that’s 4 per year. Each turn grants 2 Actions and 100 Passive Points. The passive points represent your culture as a percentage. That is, you can assign 10 PP to training stonemasons, and 10% of whatever your population is will be stonemasons. PP are also used for the training of your Noteworthy characters. Leaders, inventors, generals, explorers, etc. To single out a Noteworthy person to train, you pay 1PP and gain 100 points to develop the character.

Knowleges, skills, building projects, pretty much everything is ranked in a Tier system. T1 requires an action to discover, and then may be developed passively T1 requires 500 points to complete. At 250/500 you’re considered half way done with the project, or half way proficient in the spell Tier, etc.

https://discord.gg/AEWpRyq

Is our discord channel. We have several abandoned races, and others available. Currently things are low tech and there are no innately powerful races available. Pop in and introduce yourself if you’re interested in a long game of civilization quest.

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Eclipsed Moon Quest Episode 147
Sheets and Info: pastebin.com/u/phantomcrossing
Twitter Account: https://twitter.com/Artemis_QM
Ask.fm Account: ask.fm/Artemis_QM
Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Eclipsed+moon

Quest Intro

You are Mikage Chiba, second year high school student, fifteen years old. You used to be the third woman to carry the mantle of the magical guardian of love and justice known as Sailor Moon, after your mother and older sister. A year and a half ago you had a traumatic experience fighting the corpse of the father of your best friend, struggled victory leaving you thinking you had killed the man you had set out to save and prompting you to abandon your heritage. More than that, the relating emotional collapse lead you to abandoning yourself. Developing disguises and personas to inhabit and do the things you could not in secret, to live while you let yourself wither, you carried on.

Now you know the truth and have been taking measures to put yourself back together, reconnect with old friends, and make new ones. More than that you’ve been doing your best to support your younger sister, Koyomi, as she has become the fourth to carry the title as Sailor New Moon.

Quest Start (sorry last thread’s pause had to turn into a thread end)

You sigh deeply as you walk away from the Crowne Arcade, sunlight shifting into orange as the sun hands late in the sky. The gravity of what’s going on with your younger sister isn’t lost on you, but despite it she seems oddly level headed and aware of the problem...and you have ideas and theories.

Worry in fact, that it’s part of your own darkness inside of her. A burden lifted from you when she tried to heal you amid one of your panic attacks, the crushing despair of being overwhelmed mingling with the remnants of Chaos that transformed you. Is that why you haven’t had once since then?

Likely…

Are you proud or jealous she has shouldered it without a hint of cracking like you did?

That is a question you’ll revisit later.