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>>1279898
In vino, veritas.

Or something.

There are certain qualities in an apartment that you look for if you have transparent skin. Low light, dark surfaces, no windows. Daddy's money has paid for a sleek interior design and the finest modern furniture, including a fine liquor cabinet.

>Liquor Cabinet Includes:

>3 bottles of aged Kentucky Bourbon, 90 proof
>3 bottles of good wine, one Chilean, one Chinese, and one pre-war French bottle
>1 bottle of English gin
> Пpoмышлeнный ™ brand bottle of Vodka
>3 bottles of Rum, varying brands imported from the Southern Alliance of Nations
>1 bottle Japanese Whiskey

You also keep a 6-pack of Rattlesnake's Milk in your fridge. It's a quality American nitro-micro-brew stout that you drink to impress others. The current case has been in your fridge for 6 months. It's safe to say that you're a little rusty at entertaining and the American takeout boxes littering your living room table and couch do little to enhance the confidence of your guest.

“Your couch is disgusting Sun! C'mon, lets clean up-”

Options:

>You really should clean up around here anyway and a clean environment might help Deng Li relax.
>You just escaped arrest. You're here to get some answers out of Deng Li and unwind a bit. Get drunk and fast. (select beverage for yourself and Deng, if you only pick one I will assume you're sharing.)

>>1279908
>>You just escaped arrest. You're here to get some answers out of Deng Li and unwind a bit. Get drunk and fast. (select beverage for yourself and Deng, if you only pick one I will assume you're sharing.)
coka cola for both of us.

>>1279918

"Fuck cleaning," you snap, "Lets drink something, my mouth is feeling dry."

Although eagerly eyeing your liquor cabinet, Li watches patiently as you go to your jet-black fridge instead, pulling out two long necked bottles.

"Enjoy."

"Thanks! Uh, is this coke? You kind of implied by your tone that we'd be drinking something stronger."

>I don't know what you're talking about. This is the strongest drink I have.
>Apologize and offer a stronger drink.
>I want us to stay sober. We need to plan our next move.
>Write-In

>>1277955
I'm not gonna be clever, even though I thought about looking for other stuff to increase our perception - but no. I don't wanna be clever. I wanna be dominant.

FEAST ON THE OTHER CELL

>>1277955

We reproduce until our collective mass reaches the food source.

We'll consume the cell aswell.

>>1277955
Eat both the other cell and the food

>>1276982

>Biology, and then later on we studied Xeno-biology

>>1276997
>writing

>>1276997
You loved what you did, studying life was your passion -- and that didn't stop because of the singularity.
After a few decades of studying under AI, you understood more about life than any other biological creature
in existence. Using your knowledge to augment your own form, you took your humanity one step further. While
most used nanites to enhance their mind, you used biological modifications.

It's quite likely you are the most intelligent pure bioform there is or ever was. You even got the Caregiver to
write you papers about the closest They found to life in the cosmos. It was, of course, happy to do so.

Gain:
>[Biological Augumententations]
All natural abilities are heightened to a level that would give you gold medals in every Olympic event pre-ascension.
>[Master (Xeno)Biologist]
Your knowledge is unsurpassed (outside of AI), and you're skilled at quickly understanding new life forms.


But that isn't to say you never had any time to relax, you enjoyed the VR games allowing to experience other imagined realities right from home.
>What was your favourite genre?

>>1276693
>>Anwen
>Rhian

>>1276693
>Enid
>Anwen

>>1276693
>Anwen
>Rhian

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>>1272241
>Name
Siegfried Dezini
>Mortal
>32 years
>Similar to the image but with shorter hair
>C) "I seek only to serve the Ruinous Powers, show all things the Truth of Chaos, and see those who refuse to kneel, slain!"
>C) I serve Slaanesh, the Dark Prince of Chaos.
>D) Savage Tribesmen, once inhabitants of a feral world, they took to Chaos readily.
>B) Traitor Guardsmen, Imperial Guardsmen who've found a true reason to fight.
>F) Pirate Filth, violent, greedy bastards, through and through.

>>1272298
>Warband Name
Vadaszs (Hunter in Hungarian)

>>1272241
>Mortal
>A) "I seek power, glory, and wealth beyond all comprehension!"
>E) None, I serve Chaos Undivided.
>B) Traitor Guardsmen, Imperial Guardsmen who've found a true reason to fight.
>E) Mutant Scum, beaten and abused mockeries of the human form, they've finally found someone who cares.
>F) Pirate Filth, violent, greedy bastards, through and through.

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>>1272122
The "road" through the Mire is a long, hard slog defined by water, filth, and darkness. The witchlights in this level are cold, distant things whose light layers the shadows rather than revealing what lies within them. More than once, Cobalt or Yew stop the group to let something slithering through the water decide that there is better prey elsewhere.

Here and there, in the distance, stand strange structures, defined by high walls with thick grates that let in the water of the Mire. They gurgle and groan, the sound of the water sluicing through them a constant background noise, but the massive stone golems that stand guard outside of them discourage further investigation.

"They filter the water," Brigette explains in a low voice, after the third one you pass. "The lower levels have clean, fresh water because of the Mire and those systems. Lora built them, to keep her guardians."

"What happened to them?" you ask, already knowing the answer.

Brigette just looks away and stops talking.

<I wish I remembered how to ease the way> Reunion complains. <We are all getting filthy.>

<No one expects you to perform as you did at your peak in a scant few days> Sir Fetch reassures the blade. <Your loyal service has been most appreciated.>

"Yeah," you agree aloud.

The far side of the Mire features a stout dyke to hold the water back and force it back towards the filtration systems. Near it, beneath one of the cold witchlights, you see a field of ice around a large, bulky object that reeks of death. Cobalt stares at it for a long, hard moment before suggesting that you rest and clean up.

You don't need telling twice. You and your compatriots settle in to clean yourselves, your equipment, and your clothes as best you can.

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>>1272144
The sloping tunnel downwards spirals tightly, and you note with interest that the right-leaning curve means anyone storming their way from the Mire into the Gauntlet Below would have to fight left-handed. The bare rock transitions slowly to cobblestones, which here and there have been removed to expose the remains of gutted traps, pressure plates, and spring-loaded spears. Each is marked in a hastily-scrawled paint.

"We disarmed the level before we left, in case of summoned defenders re-manning it," Cobalt explains, on the way down. "Father did not tell us to, but it is what he would have wanted."

"What did he do, down here?" you ask, keeping your voice gentle.

"...He was trying to discern the difference that caused some geargrinders to attract souls, and others not to," Cobalt says at last. "His progress was promising, I think. He seemed happy with it, until..."

"Until he was not," Yew finishes. "Until he began to doubt the Master."

"Yes," Cobalt agrees.

You had thought the Basement was the iconic look that people associated with dungeons and especially /the/ Dungeon, but the Gauntlet Below is its matured, refined form. The corridors are tight and winding, and if it weren't for the shattered traps and spiked-open hidden doors, you would never be able to tell them apart. Murder holes, sliding panels, and guard posts define this Floor, which exudes a sense of menace even now that it has been de-fanged. You can taste old and distant death in the air, from the takeover; living things killed in surprise and fear but not with needless cruelty.

They had that, at least.

"What's the passage down?" you ask Cobalt.

"A straight vertical shaft. We have rigged up a dumbwaiter."

'Rigged up' the man says. The damn thing is made of stone and steel and looks like it could have been built as a feature of the damn Floor. The ride down, powered by main arm strength from Cobalt, Yew, and Hatchet, is smooth as silk.

When you arrive in the Redoubt, you notice them - Seraphina's cultists. Each is frozen in place, standing stock-still in the middle of whatever motion they'd been performing, and from the dust that's settled on all of them they've been like that for some time.

The closest one has a handwritten note stuck to his forehead.

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>>1272185
'Brianna,

Your sister told me not to hurt them. Didn't want them in the way. Speak my given name backwards to unlock any given cultist if you feel inclined.'

"Sometimes I forget that she's not Firstborn," you note, mildly.

"Can we just leave them there?" Flitter asks, wringing her hands in worry while she hovers.

"You will find that leaving them there is far easier than the opposite," Hatchet points out, cynically. "It is, in fact, the default course of action."

Oh boy.

> Release the cultists
> Ignore them

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As mentioned before. THIS IS THE RECAP THREAD! Any questions about backstory, characters, pasts, or events leading up to now are WELCOME! I will do my best to summarize parts of the story if it happens to get too far in-depth.

Or if I'm being confusing, let me know! This may be your last chance to ask questions about the story and receive concrete answers. I'll answer ALL QUESTIONS, and spoiler ones which I feel you shouldn't technically know yet.
If this thread undergoes the curse, I'll even extend it into two threads! Just for the sake of everybody interested being caught up!
with that, let's begin!

>>1271747
>Go into more detail about heroes and their purpose
>Historical uses of heroes?
These fit together.

>>1271761
Do you want us to ask questions or to vote on this?

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You decide that trying to add another person to the party would be a good idea, you ask the Elite to take up arms along side you against the Grey Manes.

The Elite responds:"You would have me betray my kinsmen and do battle with them? I would never take up arms against them they are my brothers.. but my life is in your hands and mercy must be paid for somehow, I will not fight for you but when the time comes I will remember this moment, this mercy, to this you have my word.

They hand you a slip of paper with the letters I.O.U on it as a sort of seal to the deal.. you guess this is as good as you're going to get from this guy.

This favor might come in handy later, now what should you ask of them?

>To gather their men and "fuck off" as it were.
>What Grey Manes plans truly are.
>To just leave, leaving their men with the Reds.

>>1271373
>>What Grey Manes plans truly are.

Plot plot plot. Need it.

>>1271373
>>What Grey Manes plans truly are.

>>1278377
telekinesis, obviously.

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>>1278377
Being the loser this guy is, he wants to prove to people that he is a good person. No. A great person! So he goes on a forum website in which people call out for others to do tasks for them.

PussyHelper99 requests:

Please save my cat! He was kidnapped by a weird doctor and taken to his lab! If you save him I will gladly repay you in money, friendship and one of my prized knives!

Do you accept PussyHelper99's request?

>>1278443
>Yes
Time to save Mr. Kitty

>>1274408
>Other

>"Put down the tray and breakfast over there please." Then once its down YANK HER INTO THE BED FOR SNUGGLES AS PUNISHMENT.

>>1274408
>> “I WAS.”

>>1274408
>> “I WAS.”

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After he gets home from his job at McDonalds bob comes home to see someone MURDURING his roomate, octa. What does he do?

>>1271662

Who is murdering octapuss?
>Is there anything in our bag of wonders to help him/her?

Why did you make another thread? Just take the idea you like the most and stop asking for this rolling bullshit.

>>1277158
>>Tell them everything.

>>1277158
>>Tell them everything.

Best to get everyone on the same page from the get go.

>>1277158
>Tell them everything.

Also I saw that other Orc Quest~

Rolled 14 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>1271579
>>try and attack the guard (d20 +3)
Prison break time

Rolled 11 + 3 (1d30 + 3)

>>1271587
>try and attack the guard (d20 +3)

>>1270293
>I apologize to the readers who have been following Exalted Quest for a long time and now get a recap thread after such a long hiatus
It's too late, I can never forgive a betrayal of this magnitude. Our friendship is over.
Kidding of course, good to see you,again, even if this isn't what I was hoping for.

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The main character of Exalted Quest is Maka. She was created and developed by the players in the very first threads. I feel like that's important to point out: I didn't create Maka, the players did. Exalted Quest didn't start with a pre-generated character as MC.

Maka was the princess of Gem, a remote, fantastically rich city-state built in a volcano surrounded by a scorching desert. When a coup ousted her father and family, she had to flee, and ended up being separated from them.

She ended up in Tianna, a western island-kingdom. Tianna was later attacked by two Abyssals, powerful Deathknights serving one of the thirteen Deathlords. Demanding that Tianna submit to them, they invaded the capital via airship with their undead minions.

Maka Exalted. Faced with danger far beyond what a mortal could face, she suddenly received the soul of an ancient demigod, one of the 300 Solar Exalted created by the Unconquered Sun in the days of the Primordial War.

She fought the Abyssals back and saved the queen of Tianna, Amata, an old family friend. Amata is an Exalted too, a Terrestrial Exalted of the Air aspect (or so everyone thought at the time).

After some soul-searching, Maka tried to figure out why the Unconquered Sun chose her as one of his champions. She got her answers and kept them close to her heart ever since.
(related: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/30451664/#p30454947)

After this, while trying to help Amata with the repairs to the city walls, she meets with other Exalted, Lunar Exalted, which had lived in the wild north of the island as leaders of the barbarian tribes there. One of them, Tia, has a strong reaction upon seeing Maka and claims to be her husband. She also seemed not all right in the head right away. Still, they bond over punching some demon-blooded pirates together.

The Lunars agree to help Tianna if in exchange Tianna helps them to destroy a Faerie prince that occupies the western half of the island: Tarien Dorian.

After this, Maka has to deal with Dancing Smoke, Tianna's resident uppity volcano goddess. A possible ally against the Abyssals, but she asks for human sacrifice. Maka manages to persuade her otherwise.

The expedition against this Fae prince sees Maka commandeering three pirate ships, befriending a court of sea spirits and a god of the western plains, and taking home a subordinate to said Fae prince, Silk, who is pretty much adopted as Maka's personal pet.

In all this, however, Maka is seriously injured by another one of the Fae prince's underlings via mindgames, and the final assault is led by Tia.

(cont.)

Woo Woo!

Glad to have you back EF.

>Winter 57, 238 ACR
>The Alchemists’ Guild, Alnerwich
>Marcus Painel

The architects of the guild designed the building in such a way that the high ceilings would require great beams to stabilize the overhead stone. Reinforced by iron bolts and no small amount of magic, the support pillars and shafts keep the domed and capped roof from collapsing in onto themselves. Ventilation seems to be a main concern as well as ensuring that the top is thick enough to keep the most severe of seasonal storms from bringing the building down on top of the lot of them.

There are some sections that dip low, forcing Claudia to keep a look out as you scurry from one corridor to the next, coming down from one rafter and then leaping back onto another. And that was just the main entrance to get into the long hallway of laboratories. Doubtless there will come harder challenges.

Regardless, you’re not one to complain. From the way the beams are placed at certain intervals, and interconnected from one cross-section to the next, maintenance seems to be something that is performed here. Of course it is. Nothing is this easy.

Muttering underneath your breath, you move on, hopping from post to post and hoping that tonight is not the scheduled time to inspect the rafters and ceilings. To your supreme pleasure, it is not. And the ambient torchlight is kept deliberately low, sealed within lamps at every two dozen paces. They will not risk open flame in this environment. All the better for you.

To your complete lack of surprise, there appear to be some people that are still in the building. There are alchemists that frown at beakers and flasks of unknown substances, occasionally adding a pinch of sulfur or rock salt into the mix. Nearby, bleary-eyed apprentices hold back yawns and groans of discomfort as they copy recipes and formulae from crumbling journals onto pristine sheets of vellum. And still there are those who simply just push carts of reagents and catalysts, to be bundled and prepared for transport or delivery to a customer.

More than once does Claudia get a few waves, some of which she returns with varying degrees of enthusiasm. “I’m happy for your success, Demien. Gretta, the order of powdered oyster shell and artichoke has come in for that special request potion. No, really, Henrick, I’m fine, I parted from Amadeo amicably at the inn…”

Eventually, she manages to make her way past her family, coming to a stop at the end of an abandoned hallway. There are no guards that are posted here, and nothing of interest save for a golden door. No, that’s not right. The door itself is painted gold, but you can see inlays of silver among the iron brace, among other symbols and metals sacred to the art of alchemy.

(cont.)

“We’re here,” she whispers, fishing out the keys at her belt. She is careful not to make as much as a jangle as she inserts her key. “This door leads directly to the laboratory and quarters of the Grand Alchemist. We’ll have to go up a flight of stairs first…”

You check carefully around you before descending from the rafters. It is a controlled descent that has you rebounding from beam to stone wall until you find yourself beside the girl. At your slight nod, she turns the key, wincing at the CLUNK the lock makes as it disengages before shoving you through the door.

“Quickly!” She hisses, closing the door before pushing right at your back. “We don’t have all night!”
You quickly lose track of the number of stairs you have to traverse, stopping short of seventy three before you give up. And these are moderately sized steps! You no longer feel like you’re climbing up a magistrate’s domicile, but scaling the archetypal wizard’s tower. The Grand Alchemist must like his privacy. And space, if the protrusion from the rear of the guild building was any indication.

For a good reason, apparently. It’s hard for your mouth not to fall agape at the lab before you. The most sophisticated equipment lies before you, even more advanced than any you’ve ever seen, both in Karthmire and in the grand hall bellow. A portable stove, rows upon rows of beakers and flasks, and a set of tools that would make a priest jealous.

But it is the walls, walls upon walls of reagents and catalysts. Tiny bottles of feverdew extract, jars of pickled drakling eyes, even a bony talon of a great Whrelzwth Roc are but commonplace among the rarest ingredients you’ve ever laid eyes on.

Claudia seems to take some sort of pride. “Isn’t it wonderful? Father and I built it together a few years ago, using our own innovative designs. Careful cataloguing and more efficiency means less items and reagents needed to create a formula…”

A she rambles on, you can see a little ways to the right that there’s a door leading to what must undoubtedly be the Grand Master’s domicile. Bedchambers, personal study…and private archives..

>Search the quarters. Claudia takes the laboratory.

You’re not sure what you were expecting when you split up to search your respective quarters. Silvera’s quarters seem to be the epitome of cleanliness. The man’s bed is perfectly made, all of the books are in order, whether they be in piles around the room or on shelves. There are no crumbs of bread or cheese on the desk, and the candle sticks on the holder are brand new.

All in all, it seems that the man’s very fastidious about keeping things in some sort of order.

…you don’t like it.

You don’t like it one bit.

There are a lot of books. Not nearly as many as the books in the Crowmonds’ personal library, but there are volumes that are as easily as thick as your fist. Old texts of alchemy, dating back to the founding of Aderaveth and the Bladebound Rebellion. And to your surprise, framed on the wall is an original formula for a hangover potion, penned on wyvernskin by none other than Treyu the Hunter, the oft rumored lover of Brynn the Breaker.

You check yourself before you get too excited at all the alchemical artifacts and relics from the history of the continent. There’s going to be time for that later. Best to start searching now and save your energy for when the bad thing happens. No, not “a bad thing”, but “the bad thing”.

It’s only inevitable.

Well, best get to searching.

"...'A Risque Repository of the most Ribald Tales'?" You shudder as you set that book back onto the nightstand. You just learned more about Silvera than you had any desire to, and not in a good way.

>Roll 1d100 + 20 Perception (+20 Circumstance)
>Best of three.

>Rolls from last thread:
>16, 67, 46
>36, 87, 66