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Best detain them, they’ll talk eventually. In the meantime you’ve got things to do. This mention of civil resistance isn’t good at all. Your grasp on the population was tentative at best, you never had enough men to run it perfectly. An open uprising could mean the end of it.

The first thing you do is inform Vasquez, you don’t need to keep this to yourself. He congratulates you when you finish, “Good job finding this. I still believed it was a false alarm. We need to act quickly, they probably saw those two come in.”

Your talk goes on about what you should do. There’s talk about the arsenal, the colonists haven’t had access to it and it could be useful to you. No doubt that there’s going to be a play for that at one point. Though you probably won’t need it if you harden your defences and restriction on the town.

One outlandish plan that comes up is abandoning the colony. Just packing up and going to the arsenal to fortify it. Take enough food and it might work, leaving the colonists to their own troublemaking. There’s still the fighter support, three fully armed fighter waiting in orbit. They could destroy the town. Though there’d be repercussions, command certainly wouldn’t like it.

>Fortify your position, sweep the town and do something with the suspected rebels
>Move to secure the arsenal (Who will you send?)
>Abandon the town and move to the the arsenal
>Destroy the town, they deserve it for resisting you benevolent rule
>Other?

>>1209305
>>Move to secure the arsenal
Our second with the redshirts and the two other Makkl, have one fighter be on standby to provide them support just in case.
>Fortify your position, sweep the town and do something with the suspected rebels
Send a warning to the other occupying force, in case they too got these false alarms.
Have the town representative brought to you and tell him that shit may hit the fan soon enough and that razing the place to the ground IS something you've been ordered if it'll bring peace quickly enough, though you'd rather avoid that.

>>1209305
>>1210414
second

>>1210030
Turn 13 Year 3.25
Goblins
Pop:116(20 Children)

https://docs.google.com/document/d/16A01oYly_IQzF7FTLI3foPiUlQY2NgcwzUiIwaPzDCM/edit

Active Action 1: Rolled 81 Frax works on developing better tools

>+162 for tools

Active Action 2: Rolled 68 The gobbs find that covering themselves with silk that they've gathered protects against the Blazing Eye(Sun). I guess this is tailoring?

>Tailoring, idk.. You're not using looms and sewing shirts yet. I'd say at this point you're still doing wilderness survival, primitive clothing. You'll need T2 Cordage and The Loom so you can make fabric before we can tailor things. But you are currently the only ppl on Admorwearing silk loincloths....
Passive Actions:

T2 Written Language take 49
T1 Wilderness Survival take 50

Character Actions:

Gretix practices Martial Arts(+100)

>he should be close to finishing T1

Rolled 40, 92 = 132 (2d100)

1st Granite (Year 3, Turn 13, Spring)
The Dwarves of Kinmelbil
Settlements: Uthargeshud (First Fortress)
Leader: Urist the First
Other figures of note: Torval the Inventor, Helgi the Master Brewer, Aelfric the Explorer, General Sven
Population: 106 (100 adults, 2 toddlers, 4 infants, 1 injured legend) (Population growth: +2%)
Specialties: Craftsmen
Buildings: Stacked stone living quarters
Technology: Masterwork stone tools, pottery, brewing, kegs, T1 agriculture, the wheel, T1 cordage
In progress:
T1 written language (282/500)
Trap Making T1 (58/500)
T1 Alchemy (423/500)
Forge (356/500)

Urist breathes a sigh of relief. A forgotten beast already? That was a damn close call. "Keep tending to Sven, he'll make a damn good general when he recovers. Fer now let's fortify the caves further inside so that the beasties will have a much harder time gettin' to the main fortress."

>Action: Fortify the entrance to the inner caves

"A few walls are fine fer now but we should work on some traps too. Torval's right, let's practice with some miniature models before we set up the real deal."

>Action: Actively research trapmaking

The dwarves in the Project E Workshop worked harder on the High Dwarven Brandy so that they could make more of it easier, and a bit of progress was made to the forge as well.

>Passive actions: Use 77 passive points to finish alchemy and use the remaining 22 on the forge

Rolled 28, 19 = 47 (2d100)

>>1210341
Turn 13 Year 3.25
Bloom-time 4
Belegorn Tribe
Pop: (Elves) 99+2% annually
First Shaman: Thaichon
Specialties: Nature Affinity
Skills/Knowledge: Animal Friends, T1-Herbalism, T1-Nature Magic
Tools/Tech: T1-Hide Canoes, T1-Ceramics, T1-Bows, Treehouses
Passive Development: T1-Bows(500/500), T1-Woodwork(351/500), T1-Animal Lore (337/500), T1-Moving Ways (74/500)

>Establish an Annual Festival
Bloom-time. The dawn of a new year. And the anniversary of Gurion and the wolves deaths. Now that the tribe has had some time to figure out this whole death and after-death thing, they realize that the world they were placed in may not be as nice to them as they are to it. So now, with the promise of new life on the horizon, they gather together to celebrate the life they have and pay respects to the life that has been lost. To liven things up, they have food and games galore, even the animals join in. Before they had informal tests of courage and the like, but this year they decide to start up an annual competition to encourage personal skill development. High-diving, wrestling, staff fighting, archery, elk racing, tree/rock climbing, canoe racing, even artisan competitions to see who can make the best quality woodcarvings and ceramics. The winner of each event is rewarded with a crown of elfnip leaves. At the end of the festival they assemble and form rudimentary prayers to the Nature Spirit to guide, protect and strengthen us, before finally placing small offerings at the foot of the totems, Gurion’s doll and Thaichon’s meditation tree, which has now been designated as special with a rope tied loosely around it. Bones and meat for the wolf totem, a small ceramic pot of herbs for the raven totem, some nice flowers for the doll and some herbal ashes for the tree. They now feel more united than ever, redoubling their efforts to improve themselves for the tribe and prevent future tragedies.

>Now that the herbalists have documented all the local herbal flora, they experiment with various methods of preparation to improve their utility. With ceramics, they can make proper mortar and pestles and teapots to boil better tinctures. This time they focus on healing concoctions.

>Passives: Spent 91 to complete T1 bows and the remaining 8 on animal lore

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>>1210239
Your son looks over everyone shyly, his sister standing by her father and waving cheerfully. “When you get out you’re gonna be the older one, Gohan!”

He runs the back of his neck, laughing nervously. “I... guess I am.”

You ruffle his hair softly. “It’ll be fine, son. Don’t worry.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Bra looking at him curiously, Vegeta glaring at you as you approach the Hyperbolic Time Chamber’s entrance. Mr. Popo and Trip stand at the entrance. “We have prepared the three scenarios you requested, Maple.”

“Mama, what scenarios?” Gohan asks.

“The Hyperbolic Time Chamber can load up three simulations from the Pendulum Room, and I requested...”

>A. Ozotto’s return. Need to know how to fight him
>B. The previous World Martial Arts Tournament, you want to see how Kougeki fights
>C. Brench; 13, 14, and 15 may provide some decent challenges, and Kougeki is there too
>C. The PTO Invasion, it’d be a good place for Gohan to get some experience in combat
>D. Space Godzilla’s attack, you’ve had some thoughts about how it could absorb Ki, but need to test them
>E. Vegeta’s first arrival on Earth, might be a good starting point for Gohan
>F. Beelzebub and Minosha, when they faced the Majin Hirudegarn; it’ll be tough, but might provide some more info on Majins, you think
>G. Something else?

Pick only three.

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>>1210261

>D. Space Godzilla's Attack, you've had some thought about how it could absorb ki, but need to test them

>C. Brench; 13, 14, and 15 may provide some decent challenges, and Kougeki is there too

>G. Go to when Ozotto first lost his first body and see if we can use that.

Fine, I'll landscape it myself.
Just thought you guys would like to try.

Sorry m8, replies are slow today for me too.

But I'd love a Tundra. Maybe to the top-left?

No problem. I've started doing it myself but hell yeah I'll add a tundra.

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>>1216571

The Talon Marshes were always corrupted, as far as we were concerned, and it’s been around nine years since we had settled there. My mother and I, I mean.

Stopping only for a moment to set up shelter, my mother only had to walk in the direction of the weird to find the source of the corruption deep in the swamp. It was something you might call a portal, though that makes it sound more deliberate or ordered. More of a rip in the border of our reality, and it was leaking something horrible into the land.

My mother was a shrewd witch and a master alchemist, and in her years she had hoarded all sorts of things. One of them was Silver’s Claw, an indestructible weapon that exists physically here and in the Veil.

That rift was something that felt alien. My instinct was to leave and never come back. My mother figured she should stab it with the sword. She was always fearless.

It worked, one way or another. Closed the rift much like stuffing a plug into a hole. That dealt with, she decided the swamp was to become home.

My mother’s motivation was knowledge. She’d go off and withdraw the sword just to see how the land changed. She’d take ingredients with her, and come back to test whether corrupted substances had useful properties. Typical for an alchemist to care about little else, really.

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>>1216589

Years later, we met a young woman.

The nearby city was at the border of a war, and that woman was being forced into it. She wanted a way to help her survive, and into the swamp she chased tales about ebonwood staves stabbed into the mud and marked with red ink, about watchful crows that perched overhead, and about the powerful witch that commanded them.

The rumours were about my mother, of course.

At this point she was still documenting her findings, and had succeeded in finding a mix of substances that could suppress the corruption. She had more complicated experiments in mind though, and needed materials and items that weren’t easily accessible so far from the capital.

So when that girl arrived, the witch thought she’d found a novel solution.

A blood pact was made. My mother would lend the woman Silver’s Claw for five years, after which the sword was to be returned and the young woman would become the witch’s servant.

Small favours and errands, nothing dangerous, my mother told her. I don’t think the assurances were needed; from what I saw, Aletta Ephon was a girl with a desperate fear of death.

Which is why she accepted so easily, and why the blood pact should have worked; the offender’s life is the punishment for breaking it.

But when the Witch Of Crows departed to fulfill the pact and retrieve the sword, she came back with a fatal wound across her chest.

The baroness didn’t know she had killed my mother, and through fending off her patrols into the swamp the name of the Witch Of Crows fell to me. But I never had my mother’s skill in potion-making, and our stock of ingredients were finite either way.

What was initially for revenge became necessity. To keep the corruption from growing, I needed to take the sword back.

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>>1216594

“I don’t know how Ephon ended up the way she did. The magician with her didn’t have a powerful necromancer’s mark, and lichdom is not a simple ritual.

If anything, it probably happened during the war. She died in combat, enchanted sword or no, and some madman gave her a ‘second chance’. The rest,” Elena sighs, “were her death throes.”

There’s quiet for a while, other than the footsteps of your sedate pace on the road. Lulette wakes, mumbling in some language you think she just made up, fluttering towards the potted plant in your bucket.

“It’s a good thing you did what you did,” the red-haired girl says. “I don’t know if I could have restored it like this from being used as a phylactery.”

Whatever was done to Silver’s Claw changed it in some way Elena couldn’t understand; she’s glad to say that kind of magic isn’t her strong suit. But that also means she doesn’t know how to handle what happened to you.

The hole in your chest wasn’t a hole when you woke up, but it didn’t heal perfectly. The corrupted sword left a strange purple scarring. Your clothes are still ripped, their enchantment slowly knitting the fabric back together, and at the moment you can still look down and see the wound.

It doesn’t look good. The colours there are broken. You wonder how you should fix it. Should you smack yourself with a shovel?

... Maybe.

The red-haired girl looks at the blackened scar, and the hole in your mark. She apologises, for getting you mixed up in her tale. You reply with a shake of your head.


>

[ ] Stay close to the witch. Help her.
[ ] You're here just to support the witch. The story is hers to close.

>>1216126

META

Pssst... Are the links broken?

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>>1216126

>Tell her some grey-uniform wearing thug tried to jump you

>>1216152

They're telling me I need to switch google accounts so I can access them... Except I only have one Google account.

I personally would just use pastebins for the time being.

>>1216182

Right-o.

Forgot that Google is ass for a second.

>>1208816
Her body stills; a question she’s not sure she was expecting was asked, and now she has to answer. She melts into something resembling casual resignation. “Well. You really wanna know?” She lolls her head back as if in lament. “Two reasons. One, because the Alusian Council is STUPID. They’ve always been STUPID, and they’re always going to be STUPID. They don’t get it, and they don’t WANT to get it! Crystals can be more than just weapons systems and the occasional streetlight! They can do things for us we’d never dream of by ourselves! Self-propelled flight. How I got up here? Flight crystal in the collar. Physical improvement! I’m far stronger than I look. How? Power crystal under the chest armor. Makeup and changing our appearance! You can’t see it right now, but I don’t look anything like I did before, thanks for a Designer crystal near my forehead! Teleportation!” She pauses briefly. “...well, that one’s still a work in progress, but it’ll happen! MY POINT IS.”

Why is she pointing at you- oh you hope that was a joke.

“Crystals can allow us to manipulate the basics of our reality; change it to suit our whims, and exceed our own, normal inborn limitations!” She slumps forward. “And those IDIOTS at the Council refuse to even CONSIDER the benefits before ‘how big of an explosion it can make or help make.’ They keep saying it’s ‘too dangerous’. That the risks are ‘unknowable’. That’s why you do RESEARCH, YOU LOUTS!” She’s near yelling at the air, now...it’s honestly kind funny. At least before she turns back to you. “But Cylica…Cy...she understood. UnderSTANDS. She knows that sometimes, you have to take risks. It’s not always going to be clean and neat, no. But that’s progress. That’s science. That’s how we got the Anais Relay in the FIRST place. And that’s why we have all these new technologies! And THAT’S why we’re WINNING!” She takes a few steps forward, and you’re tempted sorely to step back, if only to stay out of her capable range.

‘Miranda, evac en route to your position! Hold out a bit longer!’ The comm goes off in your ear- it seems like Owlia still hasn’t heard. Egh. Hopefully you can keep her ranting for a bit...

cont.

>>1208818

Fortunately, she doesn't disappoint.

“And soon, once we have control of Mageria as a whole, I’ll be able to PROVE it. Cylica’s a bit heavy-handed, sure, but I know I can talk her down from some of the more radical ideas she has. And once we implement my crystal technologies to the masses, everyone will realize the truth! History will simply be written as this whole war being a nasty, if necessary, messup that resulted in a golden age of crystal tech. And it’ll be me and Cylica that brought it forward!”

There’s a brief silence. “As for reason number two…” And suddenly she sounds a lot shyer, a lot quieter.

And if you couldn’t tell she was blushing before, you’re pretty damn sure she is now. “...Love makes you do really silly things sometimes, okay? She...she’s just so...FASCINATING. Every time we met in battle, I couldn’t look away. Couldn’t dismiss what she said. Even when my squad...my friends...tried to tell me to ignore her, that it was a trick...” She laughs, hollow. “Well, I always WAS a stubborn one.”

>...Wonder if she could be tempted away from this… (How?)
>Sucker punch; she’s close and not paying attention!
>”Your friends?” Keep her talking.
>Other

>>1208821
> sucker punch
pull out sword, chop off head

Nice dream, pity we're in opposite sides. Maybe we can advise the council to take note of your observations.

Look around, see if anyone is looking at us. Smile.

>>1207694
[INSERT "LIFE IS LIKE A BOX OF CHOCOLATES" LINE HERE]

>>1207694

Cry because OP never delivered.

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>>1212782
>>1211056
>>1211061
>>1211065
>>1211072

You send the amazon, the least-damaged of your current minions, out to act as bait and walk around the chamber beyond the one you are in. Despite this, a few hours pass and no one takes the bait. Having healed yourself through your meditation spell to perfect condition, you begin to wonder what is going on. How many are left? Have the others all gone their separate ways, or have some teamed up? Perhaps those who remain are in hiding, as you are, licking their wounds from the first round of casualties...

Standing up, you poke your head out into the massive chamber you left the amazon undead to wander in.

"I hope you have a better plan than this," your newest servant, Perilynth by name and a former competitor until your genie decapitated her, calls out. You look back at the undead head carried by her body and shrug. "How can you hope to win if you don't hunt the others? You're only giving them more time to prepare."

"More time for me to prepare as well," you say, returning to the small chamber and sitting back down. "Don't get impatient now just because you've already lost. Really, I don't know why they let you enter this contest in the first place, seeing as how the rules were 'everyone else but the winner must be dead' and you were already dead."

She sticks out her tongue at you as she is placed in her own lap.

>Study your spellbook while you wait
>Send out some roaming zombies
>Summon your skeleton as well
>Set a trap for other competitors
>Other

>>1212783
>>Summon your skeleton as well
>>Set a trap for other competitors
>Study your spellbook while you wait

>>1212783
>Study your spellbook while you wait
>Send out some roaming zombies

>>1209432
>B) No, I want to look for her.
>C) Who are you.

>>1209432
>>B) No, I want to look for her.
>>C) Who are you.

>>1209446
>>1209458
I'm you but stronger"

Writing

woooo its back! Trawler Quest is back!

>>1205444
LOOK WHATS BACK

>>1205444
We should give our crew one day shore leave in sbvysek for going through that naval engagement.

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The snow crackles and crunches beneath your feet as you make the trek up the hill to the academy, a handful of bags of shopping being carried along with you.

“So, First Mate Ryoji! What did you think?” Nanami smiles as she trails up behind you. You, Saki, Ken and Nariko were invited to sit-in for a rehearsal of her upcoming play with a few of the villagers. Lucky thing too, you'll be unable to make the actual performance since you and Saki will be taking the first train to your parent's home in order to spend New Year's with them. Saki's been buzzing with excitement all week because of it.

“Well...” you mutter. “You were definitely the best actor in the whole thing. The villagers...”

“I guess they're still a little shaky,” Nanami admits. “But fear not! It's still another... two days until the real performance!”

“I don't think that's soon enough,” you reply.

“Never doubt the power of a good crew!” Nanami replies. “They'll pull through in no time!”

“You really were excellent,” Saki smiles at Nanami.

Nariko nods. “Yeah, the other folk's suckiness only made you look even better, too!”

The five of you make your way past the school gates and up to the main building of the school. Just in time for the end of term assembly. Saki would have have been crushed if she could miss something so... thrilling? You'll never have any idea why Saki is so excited over something so boring... but you suppose it's all part of what makes Saki... well, Saki.

“Oh, I can't wait!” Saki shakes with anticipation. “Ryoji, I really hope Agent White or Principal Wei give out good attendance awards this time!”

“The most prestigious award of all,” you roll your eyes. “Is Wei going to give me a lump of coal for my attendance?”

“Well, your attendance towards the beginning of the term can be excused,” Saki points out. “You were trapped in the Darkworld, after all.”

“Oh yeah, that was a fun summer.”

“You're a monster.”

As the two of you wait outside the hall, Saki turns her head to you. “It was real nice of you to chip in on the party decorations, Ryoji. Did you pick up any extra gifts while you were at it?”

>Actually, yeah. I got something for everyone in Class.
>Well, I could only really afford gifts for my closest friends...
>Nah. I got you a gift, but I wasn't going to splash out any more than that.

>>1215836
>Actually, yeah. I got something for everyone in Class
Merry Christmas

>>1215836
>Actually, yeah. I got something for everyone in Class.
Cards and Burgers for everyone!

Rolled 57 (1d100)

>>1207817

Prepare some basic defenses first, nothing too fancy, so the workers can rest a little before finishing the hard work.

Maybe some simple watch posts and some spikes around the walls?

>>1207826
this

>>1207817
After sufficiently resting, we continue our efforts to protect ourselves from our vicious neighbors.
Workers excavate a trench around our village, heaping it all up on the our side of it, to form an earth-wall.
Ontop of the earth-wall we densely place 3 meter tall Palisades to function as a wall proper.
Additionally, 4 watch towers are placed on the edges of the wall to detect enemies from further away!
We use the remaining excess wood to put up another, loose wall, on the other side of the trench for additional protection.

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“Wait!” you call out for them to hold, raising a free hand up for your allies to desist. Eve utters a phrase that causes the decanter of endless holy water to end its everlasting torrent. The vampire's corporeal form shrivels as it burns to ash under the effects of both the alchemist's fire and the divine waters.

The steam that rises, however, as the vampire seemingly perishes, quickly takes on a reddish tint. Soon, after a few prolonged seconds of observing it, the vapor bleeds into a dark, bloody-red hue, swirling in opposition to wind currents of the cool, night time, sea breeze. The mist begins taking shape, as if it was being sculpted by some unseen artist.

. . .

The skeletal apparition that appears before you cackles menacingly, before it commences floating up into the sky, retreating vertically from the alleyway you had the monster trapped in.

“Shit,” Quissonce utters. “That's a spell. I don't think it's dead.”

“What?!” Rowe shouts down from the rooftop, recoiling as the figure floats up past her.

“Gaseous form,” Ed yells up to her, cupping his mouth with his hands to amplify his already piercing voice. “Transmutation spell, makes him practically untouchable! I think it's natural though. Didn't see or sense him cast it.”

“Well, what the fuck are we supposed to do then?” Eve asks. “He's floating away!”

“We follow him to see where he goes!” you order, your inner cavalry commander rising to the forefront of your personality, magically bolstered by your resplendent general's coat. “We need to keep eyes on him and that requires taking to the air. Fly spells up!”

Ed, Quissonce and Eve quickly snap to carrying out your command. They each hit you, Rowe and Kyra with a dose of magic. As you feel the familiar sensation of your feet becoming lighter than air, you immediately ascend upwards, flicking on your Arcane Sight to peer out across the city as you crest above the skyline. You can sense Kyra floating up behind you as Rowe moves to your side. You instantly catch sight of that same roiling grey aura streaming in the vampire's wake.

You shoot off after it, both women following on your heels as your casters fall behind slightly, taking a moment to cast a second batch of Fly spells upon themselves.

Chasing the gaseous creature over the rooftops of Seaside, you trace the creature's path, even as it weaves between chimney stacks and dips low below buildings and beneath trees every so often. Every once in a while in your pursuit, you catch a glimpse of the distant, blood-red mist form your quarry has taken, but for the most part it's lead on you has grown large enough due to the ridiculous speed =it possesses in this state, that it reaches its destination a good fifteen seconds before you do.

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But you arrive at where the vampire fled all the same, unerring in your knowledge thanks to the lingering wisps of mystical energy that function like the most egregiously obvious of trails through the urban jungle.

The chase has led you to the waterfront district, by the beach. The grey aura slips between the crack in a boarded up window of a long abandoned warehouse, fallen in to disuse and made obsolete from the rapidly changing demographics and architectural needs of the burgeoning colony. You do a quick fly around to make sure the vampire has not exited through the back in an attempt to trick you. Sure enough, all around the building is clear save for the point of entry. Your vampire is inside this building.

(Perhaps this is its lair) Rowe thinks to you.

(You might be right.) You think back.

Eve, Ed and Quissonce arrive moments later, floating towards you until the six of you have formed a small huddle.

>Kyra and Rowe, sneak in and scout the place out
>Quissonce and Eve, level the building
>Let's head in as a group
>Something else? (write-in)

>>1205076
>Kyra and Rowe, sneak in and scout the place out

>>1209233
Whats the limits for characters

>>1209233
>Name : Klaus Brekken
>Description: Average height, short black hair, mustache, in his mid 30s, broad shoulders, covered in body hair
>Species: Human
>Weapon of choice: Spear and Shield( varies depending on setting )
>Remarkable attributes: Good cook
>Magical Powers: None
>Companion: None

>Questions what sort of setting will this be?

>>1209260
Nothing invincible.