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>>1300061
>Sit down and take a breath

>>1300067
You sit down and take a breath letting your feet take a break from the harsh stone steps. Your
breathing slows down and just as you’re about to get up and keep walking.

“I thought you would have done better, this far is only good as an outer disciple. Well let's go find your master”

You feel arms in your armpit picking you up from behind and suddenly you're in the air as the wind blows past you. You’re carried further up the mountain and finally enter a great hall at the top.

“Sect Master this one only qualifies to be an outer disciple. Those three have been asking for assistant. Which one shall I send him to ?”

The young man behind you reports to the middle age man at the end of the hall.

“Uhh let him decide if I make a choice the other two will come bother me. So who do you want to take as your master ?”

> Madame Tao Feng
> Elder Qiao
> Elder Brother Li

>>1300145
>Madame Tao Feng

>>1299713
Mudmouth
Spear
Good at talking
Lazing around

>>1299713
>Gargoc
> [D] Hunting Bow
>cunning
> [A] Hunting for food to keep from starving

>>1299713

O'Karam
Strong & tough
Stone axe
Challenge the biggest strongest orc to rule the tribe

>>1296638
um no this one should be #116 the previous one was #115 but is titled as #116 sorry for the mix-up.

>>1296638
>But we'll get her back for it later
Miellewds-guy here.

>>1296638
>>But we'll get her back for it later

link your turn 31 here

Link turn 32 here

After a successful raid on the orc menance and massacuring about thirty of them the gnolls return home with joy and fierce pride in their hearts!

As a result this turn will be spent on celebration and commerating the archery range...once we get it finished that is...

Action 1(96,66): [Culture] Celebration of Victory against Orcs.
>Your celebration firmly cements archery into your people’s culture. The gnollnip is flowing free this season! Your veterans regale your people with stories deep into the nights, while Rogar inwardly wonders where the orcs fled to. On the night of the fall equinox, there is a hunter’s moon this year. Rogar slips out of the palisade for some solo night hunting. Still high on his victory against the orcs, he heads north, across river, looking for a large deer with some fine antlers for tool carving, and of course, to try and break the standing record. He spotted an all white stag in the moonlight, and the chase was on… Rogar intended to take this one home with him. He chased the deer for 2 weeks, tracking it at times, outsmarting it others, but never close enough to take the shot. Until that fateful dawn when he was hot on it’s trail. The two of them dashed into a clearing and Rogar pulled an arrow, nocked it and drew down on the magnificent deer as it bounded across the clearing. It sailed across the clearing at the it’s target… to be cont’d. +66 Archery Range from games and ideas during the celebration.

Action 2(15): [Build] Archery Range 343/500
>343/500+30+66 439/500
PP96: [Build] Archery Range
>61 will finish archery range. Carry over 35

Chracters
Rogar 100 Bows
>180/1000
Nomnar 100 Wood Working T2
>100/1000
Tagnok Pottery T2 100
>786/1000
Yinta Archery T1 100
>300/500

Rolled 16 (1d100)

>>1295051
>Get medical assistance
>Head to the sunken ruins
Get patched up on the way, maybe see if the Nanites are done making our aim bot and then ask it if it has any security clearances or passwords? Can it help us recover?

>inb4 Nat 1 opening

Rolled 88 (1d100)

>>1295191
Vote

>>1295218
Ayyy 88 looks like their healing magi got us covered

>>1294484
honestly I thought you got banned again

>>1294484
Thank goodness you are alive. Figured the spring flu did to you what it did to the majority of my family. I've made a Gelgoog melee type in my spare time using a few ideas and super heavy hydraulics. It can kick gundams in the crotch like no one's business!

>>1294484
Holly shit! Wong's back!
I feel your pain with those migraines man. I can get them from just sunlight.

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IMPORTANT!

Before you pick a faction, look at its information here!

http://pastebin.com/jLWsVBiE

IMPORTANT!


Game will start when 2 players join

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>>1301351
Ill take the picts my dude

>>1300298
>Grab the Pole and run.

Employ the secret Joestar technique!

>>1300298
>>Grab the Pole and run.

>>1300298
>>Help the Pole take out the Ta-class.
Kill the cruiser first, gain the Pole's trust. THEN run.

BACKGROUND

once colonies on other planets were established, the archaic way of determining the date was abondoned. if it was kept, however, the date would be December 3, 17444 when they finally drilled through the ice on "Artica", a moon of the gas planet "Saphire." the drill was not much different than that of an oil rig from the 21st century, and there were only about 100 people who worked on the drill. the last message sent from that drill was "we did it, we broke through, and we sent down the submersible, but it is picking up some very strange signals down from under the ice. we will send more info when we figure out what it is."

3 months later, there was still no word from them after that last message. a team was sent down from the closest orbiting space station to see why they stopped sending messages. all they found were bodies. this was on the news for months afterward, but what wasn't was on the news was that they brought several of the bodies back to the station to perform autopsies on. and what also wasn't on the news was that the drill started sending messages again, in the form of that same strange signal the submersible picked up months before.

NOTABLE MOONS:

Artica, similar to jupiter’s moon Europa is an ocean planet covered in ice. Its atmosphere is 99% co2 Scientists were drilling into it just to see what was under its surface

Amazon, the only moon that did not need to be terraformed. It has an extremely thick atmosphere and the air pressure at its sea level is 5.2 atm. It is covered in swamps and rainforests and produces 92% of the agriculture for the sapphire lunar system

Vulc, as its name suggests is extremely volcanic. The terraformation of the moon is incomplete, but it is livable, for the most part. At its equator it can get above the boiling point of water, but its north and south poles are somewhat temperate. It is mostly desert, with some lakes and savanna biomes at the north and south poles

New Hawaii, named so because 98% of the moon’s surface is covered in seawater. It was originally covered in ice similar to artica but was terraformed because there was actually landmass poking out of the ice. It is entirely composed of island chains and isolated islands. Almost 100% of every island is colonized so each island is governed like a city

SPACESHIP CLASSES

transport, not powerful enough to even go between moons. only for short range transport between space stations and planets, or around planets themselves

lunar, can fly between moons and binary planets in a matter of hours. can be used to fly from planet to planet in a solar system if they are close together, but may take weeks or months to do so.

Solar, these still cannot move faster than the speed of light but can go a significant portion of it making it the best class to travel between planets.

galactic, these spaceships are practically cities themselves and massively warp space time to go from system to system. it takes weeks or months to get from one system to another, but these ships make it doable

Warp gates, these allow solar class ships to move between systems and quite literally act as a bridge from system to system. this makes interstellar travel easier, but sometimes one of the two gates break down destroying everything moving through it at the time

"did you finish replacing it?"
"yes i replaced it. next time you rent an apartment make sure the pipes can handle your urine"
stuff like this was common for John Wolf. being a plumber on a space station meant that all kinds of aliens lived on it, and some had urine so acidic or basic that it melted through the standard pipes on the station over time and special pipes needed to be installed so that they didnt corrode. those special pipes were extremely expensive however, so most never installed them. on space stations there was almost no middle class, only poor or rich, but John was an exeption. he was a specialty plumber, one that worked on potentially hazardous piping, so he gets paid a good amount, but not enough to be "rich" more "lower middle class".

John rode the elevator down to the 3rd street level, and got in his car. these cars are not like the ones you or I know, more like bumper cars at an amusement park. the wheels absorb electricity from the street to power it so that the tunnels and corridors of the station didnt get filled with exhaust. they were also different in that they were self driving, so john just plugged in his adress and the car moved on its own. it was a cheap car, but more than most could afford, almost everyone took the train, so the streets were almost never busy.

it was getting late, so john dozed off while the car drove itself, so he didnt realize it started glitching until it was almost too late. a t-junction was coming up and the car was about to slam right into a wall. john jumps awake and acts. what does he do?

>jump out of car and roll on the street
>pull the emergency brake (50% chance of working)

>>1296276
>>Go fuck yourself you whore bug

>>1296276
>Damen
>Where am i? where is the rest of my men?

>>1296432
The Doslok remained silent for a moment, brushing your insult with a distinct click from her mandible "Arrogant as ever i see, According to our report, you have been more than a nuisance in the last six months. It does not matter, this planet shall soon belong to the Doslok federation . The last of your empire's colonies on this desolate planet are getting sorted out as we speak...."

The Doslok pointed upwards to the ceiling, you could see one of their Great wormship in its full glory slowly swimming in the skies with smaller ships escorting it. You have heard some horrid tales about these kinds of wormships. they can redeploy themselves as walking fortresses in almost any terrain making it a worthy foe in both land and air, their downside is the insane consuming for power and their rather weak joints in fortress mode.

The question remains, why would they bring a ship of that importance to a relatively low priority planet?

"Damen is the name, can't you get anything straight here?" you spat in anger. It was rather expected to see restrains coiled around your legs and arms. That would explain why the doctor is rather calm.

" hmm, must have been an error in the ID scanner. " The doctor pulled out a syringe with a bluish liquid inside. It had a small worm wiggling in anticipation.

"Where is my men? what the hell is this?"

"Please stand still, The hibernation worm requires extreme caution. Three of your men spazzed to death due to their incompetence. I am preparing your body for the hive drive... "

>[remain still in bed]
>[Jerk violently]
>[Say something to the doctor]
>write in

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>>1294403
You wake slowly but surely, easing yourself up from the hard floor. It’s still not quite an easy sleep and you must admit that you somewhat regret letting Beatrice have the only mattress but it’s not a far cry from the countless nights you spent sleeping in the handcar along the railway. So it’s comfort enough.

The aches and pains across your body are naught but muted distractions now, your body having healed itself quite considerably. You rise and stretch, noticing Beatrice still asleep on the other side of the tiny room. She’s curled up on the mattress like a child.
Yesterday had not been good for her.

You can hear people all around you waking and climbing out of the little boxes that pass for rooms in the work-home. No doubt they’re all preparing for another day’s hard labour. But not you. You’ll not be spending today chipping away at brick and stone. Today you can feel a fire blaze within you and it burns hot.

Wick: 10/10
Spark: 8/8

The witch confirmed the identity of one of the sinners you have come to punish. The Green Flame Consortium that spews blasphemous parodies of the sun’s light all across this city. Today will not end until their stolen spark is in your hands.


>It’s time. Prepare to embark.

>Get Abe out of the Workshop first. He might be well enough to aid you.

>Head down to the market. You’ll need to get some supplies.

>Scout out the battlefield first.

>Other

>>1294405
>Get Abe out of the Workshop first. He might be well enough to aid you.

>Head down to the market. You’ll need to get some supplies.

I swear if they are closed again!

>>1294405
>Get Abe out of the Workshop first. He might be well enough to aid you.
How's it going Ouro?

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Twitter: @ELHMk1

MC’s Character Sheet: https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1VXWZDf90yNXctCA3HlAlBuwKLc9xfhlVpkBXKmjvzB4/edit?usp=sharing

If you’re a die-hard lover of canon, I suggest you turn away now. Like all things 40k, the gauntlet runs from “worshiping the printed word” to “over the top silliness.” Most of the time it’s somewhere in between. Others it swerves hard to one side and/or breaks this model entirely. You’ve been warned in advance.

Alternatively, if you’re not at all familiar with canon or want more details on something, just ask! You don’t need to have played the original Khornette Quest to play and enjoy this one. I’m sure someone (or I) will explain any cameos that come up if you’re lost.

All rolls go against a specified characteristic in the style of Black Crusade. You’ll want to roll under the characteristic value in order to pass the check. The more degrees of success (every multiple of 10 counts as 1), the more awesome of a result. A 1 or an 8 is a guaranteed success, and a 100 is a guaranteed failure.

Best of three rolls when it’s called for, with a 1, 8, or a 100 instantly taking precedence. If multiple characteristics are being rolled for each 1d100 counts for its respective test. Any rolls prior to the call for one and those not linking said post will be ignored.

I realize that /qst/ is much slower than /tg/ ever was, but I’d like to keep things moving. Voting windows will be twenty to thirty minutes after the first vote. Same goes for dice rolling. As far as quest time goes, I’ll always start writing at 8pm EST on Wednesday. I’ll keep posting updates in the thread through Thursday and Friday unless otherwise specified, usually around that 8pm time window. It really depends on how active you guys are.

I think that’s it housekeeping-wise for now. Onto the quest!

As the Blood Pit slowly drains away from you, you uncurl from the ball you find yourself in. You use one of your hands to prop yourself up into a seated position. Every single bit of your being feels as if it’s on fire. Looking down, several things become readily apparent:

1. You’re no longer the runty Bloodletter you once were. You’re a bit over two and a half meters of red and black, rippling flesh from the ends of your clawed, brass-colored, digitigrade feet to the top of your head. Or so you judge looking at your legs and torso. You have the body of a prized-fighter, every inch designed to strike fear into your opponent. There’s even the Mark of Khorne on the interior of your right thigh.

2. Your tail is back! Long, thick, and spined, it ends in a brass-colored spearhead. Seeing it returned to you fills you with glee. As you look around, you feel a somewhat familiar weight on your head. When you reach up to feel, your hands runs along the curves of not one, not two, but four horns. Two are smaller, while the other two run along the curve of your head. Much like your tail, their restoration brings you joy.

3. Once your initial surge of sensation and excitement begins to abate, you realize something very important. Those aren’t lumps of muscle on your chest. Those are breasts. And no normal daemon of Khorne would have curves like this. You gasp and are instantly surprised by the sound. It’s unmistakably feminine.

It takes you a moment to put all this together. Best you figure, your undying hatred of Her resulted in a fairly logical conclusion. What better way to defeat your enemy but by becoming like them? As a daemon of Khorne, you’ve never really cared about what gender you were or what form you have, only that you’re able to take skulls and spill blood in His name. So while this transformation is new, it’s not entirely unwelcome. In fact, you almost revel in it. It’s just the sort of thing that might give you an edge over Her.

“Oi! Are you a daemon of Khorne or one of sloth?”

You look about and realize there’s a Furnace Daemon waiting near the edge of the now-drained Blood Pit. Next to the Bloodletter-sized Khornate is a pile of various daemon-forged weapons. All around you, you see countless other Blood Pools from which daemons of all sorts are spewing forth. There too are other Furnace Daemons, handing out weapons and tasks.

“Well?” he growls. “Do you have a brain or should I return you to the pit in the hopes a proper daemon forms?”

> [1] Ignore him and continue to take stock of your new form
> [2] Respond as any Khornate would. Insult him and demand a weapon.
> [3] Test out your new body by challenging the Furnace Demon to a duel. That’ll show him what kind of daemon you are (WS)
> [4] Write in

>>1293974
>> [2] Respond as any Khornate would. Insult him and demand a weapon.
i can't believe we are puny or tiny or whatever we called the annoying fucker.

>>1293544
>> “Now go help the Idols with whatever they need.”

>>1293544
> “Now go help the Idols with whatever they need.”

>>1293544
> “Now go help the Idols with whatever they need.”

>>1293511
DAMNIT DOC I go to class in like ten minutes.

>Bethany (Stealthy Salty Sailors Sneak Into The Wrong Neighborhood)

Beth Adventures best adventures

>>1293511
Brave of you to compete with Father.

>Vickon (Terrifying Tyrant Trains Troops Terrificaly on The Blue)

>>1293521
>Compete with Father

Nah, I'm like a leech, here preying on all the GoT quest nerds while I know they're around.

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[Month II, Week iii]

“You look a mite greensick there, Mas. Touch paler than usual, eh?”

“Oh piss off Lucas.”

Victor and Lucas roar with laughter, the latter hadn’t ever experienced Mason’s extreme dislike for the open sea. The Blackwater Bay was choppy this time of year, you remembered as much from your youth, sailing with Donold, Pastorn and your father to Driftmark. He had considered attempting to marry either yourself or Donold to a cousin of the main branch, the match hadn’t been particularly good you knew now but Donold hadn’t particularly done himself any favors with his disregard for the fairer sex in pursuit of more military ideals. You had always wondered why Donold never married in the years you were away from home, at least to create an heir. He was a practical man, not foolish. He knew he was the first-born, the heir. It never quite made sense to you. Suppose it didn’t matter now you think, eyes cast upon the sea to the east.

“It’s good to have you aboard Lord Malroy, how does the sea treat you?” Ser Jon Longwaters says as he approaches, heavy boots upon the deck of his Oakenfist, the old dromon shuddered and creaked as it fight through the waves but it was a formidable, a capable warship as far as you could tell at least. House Lognwater’s colors were proudly displayed upon the the three sails, shields upon the bulwark representing both his own House and sworn swords and those that you had brought as well.

“A fair touch better than my old friend,” you respond with a laugh, clapping Ser Jon on the shoulder and taking his extended hand with a smile upon your lips, “And Jon, it’s Brynden, you know that. And again. Thank you for providing ship to Wendwater and the invitation. Are your men excited for the Tourney?”

“Very. I’ve only a handful of Knights, Ser Haldan Rambton, Jorod Blackberry, Donnell Waters. Good men all. Your own?”

“Mason, Victor, Lucas, obviously,” you rattle off flicking your fingers, “Couldn’t resist bringing a few of the men from the Melee as well. Ser Jon Pryor, Jon Pyle, Titus Sarsfield, Duncan Ureye, and Aden Brune.”

“Does Ser Dontos intend to compete?”

You shrug slightly, again casting eyes to the sea, “Unknown as of now. He insisted upon coming when I told him that Victus would be joining me.”

The truth of it was you absolutely refused to leave Victus behind. The two of you hadn’t spent the sort of time together that you had wished in the past few months. With the wedding looming large in your mind and all that would bring. Steadhold would be filled to the brim with those you needed to entertain and mingle and… Attempt to not actively dislike. At least your sister would be home you remember and a warmth fills your chest.

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Lucas had received an invitation from Lord Wendal Wendwater about a month ago, he had explained when the idea came up to take some time away from Steadhold prior to the wedding and the next few months thereafter, the Invasion of the Princewood looming heavily in your mind, might be good for you and your men. Take some aggression out, work out the kinks, keep everyone fresh and ready for the war upon the horizon.

As it happened Lord Wendwater’s youngest sister had been Lucas and Jon’s mother, she had passed giving birth to their own sister some years back, a fact he rarely spoke of. Jon had maintained a somewhat decent relationship with his uncle, and his cousin Ser Weldon Wendwater had been insistent the both of them attend. Lucas decided however to make an event of it, proposing to hold a ‘stag party’, your last hoorah before marriage took you. Lady Racheal Conklyn hadn’t been fond of the idea herself you learned later when a red faced Lucas sheepishly entered your solar the night after proposing the idea during dinner. You hadn’t been particularly interested in the idea of the stag party itself the other excuses to get out a bit and forget the worries of home if only for a few weeks had been tempting and here you were. Upon the open sea with a cadre of men of varying marital status’ and all rearing for a fight. The Tourney was to include a joust, melee, squire’s melee, an archery contest, and varying other events. Jon had told you that Lord Wendwater was hosting a delegation of Stormlanders, specifically Lord Ralph Buckler, the Lord of Bronzegate. A marriage proposal was in the works you had surmised with the Knight of Longhall but it wasn’t quite your business regardless. What was your business was the prize for the archery contest, a solid thousand dragons. Mason and Lucas had both expressed interest in the Joust and Melee, three thousand and two thousand dragons respectively.

Ser Jon stands in silence alongside you for a moment later before chuckling at Lucas and Victor’s prodding of Mason and taking leave of you to disperse his brother and your Knight and leaving Mason to his vomiting. You glance about the deck and notice Victor, Arron Qorgyle, Edmund Pryor, and Grant Conklyn taking their midday meal together. Dontos, your uncle, was practicing with who you presumed was Ser Jorod Blackberry. A couple of your Knights were about as well, Jon Pryor and Duncan Ureye meeting with Lucas Longwaters.

Who to talk to?
>Your son, Victus Waters, and the squires, seeing what sort of nonsense they've gotten into or plan to be getting into.
>Your uncle, Ser Dontos Malroy as he practices.
>Your Knights, Ser Lucas Longwaters, taking your midday meal with them.
Alright so this is going to be a flashback thread, happening between the Melee of Steadhold and the Wedding. I needed to find all of the character's voices again and figured this would be a good way to do it. The next thread will be us returning.

>>1293418
>Your son, Victus Waters, and the squires, seeing what sort of nonsense they've gotten into or plan to be getting into.