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>>1207526
Also if I forget any dubs I'll probably explain or do them in the next update.

>>1207530
How dare they mock our lineage!! Go over to those goblins and intimidate them into apologizing or else! (What's the dice?)

>>1207526
Glare and aggressively pretend to drink from our empty mug at them. Or aggressively chew the mug, whichever occurs to drunk us first.

Here's what you need to fill out if you want to play:


Name:
Color:
First rune:

>>1212728
Name:Dark Magician
Color:Black
First rune:Doo

>>1212750
Alright, a bit edgy, but it should do.
btw there are now 5 slots left.

>>1204443
The purple Russian faction

The pale white region in Spain which occupies Gibraltar

>>1204456
The Uralic or the Indo European one?

“Come on and face me dragon!” You shouted as you lunged forward and swung your sword in a wide arc which sliced through the dragon’s tough scale armor like butter. “Your armor is no match for me beast!” The small baby dragon roared in anger and agony as it began to spew fire from it’s maw. Deftly evading the flames you countered by swinging your great sword at it’s neck, completely decapitating the beast. “Mission complete!” Turning around to the quest giver behind you, he seemed to be a lot angrier than you expected. “Cheer up man, you just witnessed me slay a dragon before your very eyes. You should feel honored to have seen such a sight. Go and tell all the townspeople and spread my name far and wide.”

“An honor you say? You completely trashed my house in that fight. Furthermore, you weren’t even fighting a dragon. You were fighting a large lizard. How you even mistook it for a dragon I don’t even know.” The man said as he shook his head in dismay. “You know what, just get out of here. I don’t want to see your face after all the trouble you caused me.” The man said as he reached into his pocket and threw a small gold coin at you which bounced off your chest. “And don’t forget your pay!” Yelled the man in anger.

Picking up the lone coin, you smiled at the man. “Feel free to contact me if you need any more assistance.”
“GET OUT!!!”

And with that the incredible journey of Lumnox Sevora, the delusional hero begins.
>Cont.

Stats
Level: 1 (It’s your level)
Hp: 30/30 (How much damage you can sustain)
Damage: 7 - 12 (Your base damage)
Defense: 1 (How much damage you can ignore)
Strength: 5 (Bonus damage added to your weapon)
Skill: 1.0 (Affects damage dealt and received) multiplier/divider
Speed: 3 (May affect turn order and the chance to escape or trail an enemy)
Evasion: 5% (How often you can dodge attacks)

Equipment: Two Handed Great Sword (2 - 7 damage) (1d6)
Cloth Clothing (+0 defense)

Active Skills: None

Passive Skills:
Incurable Schizophrenia: You do not live in a grounded reality. Reality may change every now and then.
Schizophrenia override 1: Magical illusions and mind control have a -20% chance to affect you.

Inventory: 151 gp


Please choose two of the following talents -

Crushing Swing: You let loose a powerful sword swing that lowers an enemy’s skill multiplier by 0.3 for two turns, while also adding your level (x2) as bonus damage. (CD: 5)

Willpower 1: Your belief that you can’t die allows you to stand up and keep fighting even after you’ve tanked hits that should have killed you. You gain an additional 5 + your level (1) negative hp (-6).

Flashy Counter 1: You attempt to dodge or block your opponent in an overly flashy way and then counter attack (write-in). You gain +20% evasion towards the creature you’re attempting to counter for 1 turn. If you succeed at dodging your opponent, you get a guaranteed hit (usually) that deals a bonus 50% damage. If you fail to dodge your opponent, you only deal half damage, and the hit is not guaranteed. (CD: 3 turns)

Shiny Spark 1: Your schizophrenic mind can sometimes pick up the location of hidden items and passageways before you do. There is a 25% chance that hidden/important items and passageways will be marked by a shiny spark.

>>1202662
>Willpower
>Shiny Spark
naturally we have to make this bloke as insane as possible

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Welcome to Old Republic Surveyor Quest. You are Krall Sivron, a Nautolan Surveyor working for the Old Republic in the era just prior to the Mandolorian Wars.

As of the last thread, you landed on Ryloth to search for and report to your boss. In your investigation, you came to realize the plight that catastrophic climate had brought to Ryloth in recent times, and the anger amid some of the populace that came with it. You searched a local bar and taught Dae pazaak, gaining information about your boss's whereabouts in the process. You found his predicted location, but decided to accompany Dae on her own personal journey first. However, you've been cut rather short by an alarming attack...

We rejoin our protagonist in the midst of this ongoing act of terror.

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>>1200708
>Attack the gunmen, send Dae to support your boss

>>1200708
>Attack the gunmen, send Dae to support your boss

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Previously on Kobold Quest: Your name is Khumgrin, you're the newest chief of a group of Kobolds that have just recently been pushed out of their home by some greedy, merciless humans. You've lost many of your kin, and were forced to find a new home in the form of a cave in the swamps.

You chose a war counsel of your most trusted friends, Gex, Tix, and Snas. You went exploring the swamp with Snas, came across a magic ring and a Feywood(magic tree), and then did battle with a Giant Enemy Crab.

Once home you decided you needed to have a reliable resource of food and materials. You sent Vik and Tix to some caves to harvest minerals, and in the course Vik brutally murdered an attacking giant Centipede.

At the same time you improved your abilities with the spear by fishing with Snas, surprising her with your prowess.

And this is where we pick up our story.

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Dawn of the 5th day

Giving a light yawn you roll yourself out of your mossy bed, stepping on some poor kobold's tail in the process and getting a nasty look for waking them up so early in the morning. Having a giant snuggle pile might be incredibly comfortable, but it did have its drawbacks.

Tip-toeing your way carefully around the others, you give a quick stretch before heading into your war room, where you find Gex sitting atop the triangular table, many large books at their side as they also read through one of them.

>"Mornin' Gex."
>"What uh, what are ya' doin' Gex?"
>"GET OFF THE TABLE! WAR ROOM TABLE IS NOT FOR SITTING!"

>>1200652
>"Mornin' Gex."
>"What uh, what are ya' doin' Gex?"

Suffer not the magi to live!

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Rolled 46 (1d100)

>>1200048

Here's some more information to help you folks out. I said I'd make maps at some point, so here's one of them!

Some notes:
Black paths = Official/planned
Gray paths = Unpaved/citizen-made (crime is typical in these areas)
Red dot = You

1 = Kongregatny (cathedral and administrative buildings, barracks; high-class and wealthy and their slaves)
2 = Sedlo (lived-in shops, family businesses; low-class employed)
3 = Teprodaja (failing businesses, guard-exclusive weaponsmiths; refugees, a few disgruntled middle-class)
4 = Akciza (once-famous marketplace; corrupt merchants, refugees, estranged non-humans)
5 = Izbeglan Bowels (residential district in a state of disrepair; low-class unemployed, criminals)
6 = Butcher's Block (home to city's once-successful meat industry, taverns; diverse population, mostly low or lower middle-class

--

When He picked you up a minute ago, you felt elated. You still feel a touch of that satisfaction, but you no longer feel the vigor granted by the Lord. Suddenly, the weightlessness of your spiritual journey fades and you return to the fallible world, feeling as though you had just been struck in the gut with a brick.

You nearly collapse. Your force of will keeps you moving, however, and through a few brief lapses in vision you stumble your way into the dark hallway, stamping across piles of herbs haphazardly thrown about by a fleeing clinician.

Before you know it, you're at the end of the hall questioning how you even got there in the first place. It hits you that you haven't had a restful sleep in days, nor have you drunk or eaten anything.

This is horrible. Why must divine power come at such a great cost?

Or is it not the divine power knocking the wind out of you, but rather the realization that you have been active almost nonstop since you embarked on your journey to this accursed city.

Enough groaning. Pyotr could be dead, and every moment spent crying about your condition is a moment not spent assisting him.

He may not appreciate the fact that you left him to fight the alchemist earlier.

[2/2]

>Give me a 1d100 roll for Pyotr's defense as I roll for the svinja's offense. Best of three.

Rolled 41 (1d100)

>>1200134

>>1199802
Fuck yeah, its back

You pace in your room, grumbling to yourself about the current situation. Virgo’s bout of ritual combat against Orion is slated to occur tomorrow morning. Being the guest of honor, you learned that you are also expected to witness the combat. You just got off the phone with Tom, who sounded absolutely pissed at the idea of you spending the night at the temple.

To be fair, you feel just as iffy about the whole situation, but Libra seems trustworthy enough. Walking over to the bookcase in your room, you look at the various volumes, mostly books on thulian history and culture.

You are about to pull one of the books off of the shelf when you hear a knock at your door. Walking over, you open it slowly, seeing a set of thulian eyes on the other side. At first, you almost assume that it is Libra, but you can tell by the color of her eyes that this is somebody else. Opening the door a bit wider, you see that she isn’t wearing the ornate robes that everyone else around here seems to be wearing. Instead, this one wears a simple, brown set of robes with a hood. She carries a small box under one arm, and what looks like a bottle of liquor in the other.

You raise an eyebrow as she speaks. “Good evening, Captain Starwind,” she nods respectfully at you. “They told me to bring you Aries’ writings, as per the will.” She holds up the bottle. “They also mentioned that I should probably bring you something to drink. You didn’t show up for the communal dinner, right?”

“Wasn’t hungry,” you shrug.

“Ah,” she nods quickly. “Right. I’ll just set these on the table in your quarters then?” She gestures to the inside of your room.

>”Actually, I’ll just take them myself.” (ends conversation)
>”That little box is all of Aries’ writings? I kind of expected more.”
>”I don’t believe we’ve met. Are you a member of the Council?”
>”What exactly is in the bottle? I’m a bit paranoid about accepting drinks from strangers.”
>Write-in.

>>1199813
>>”I don’t believe we’ve met. Are you a member of the Council?”
>>”What exactly is in the bottle? I’m a bit paranoid about accepting drinks from strangers.”

It was morning when you woke up under the bridge. Early morning; the sky was a dim blue and grey, but the sun hadn’t crept up over the mountains yet. Birds sang to one another in tinny melodies over the ponderous flow of the river below you.

Why you were still outside was puzzling. Had Maddalyn left you here to go find help? Had she been intercepted by somebody? Who?

These concerns were laid to rest when you turned the other direction and saw the little redheaded lady curled into a ball with her back to you, deep in sleep.

Maddalyn Von Blum, despite being the daughter of the territorial lord, had an unhealthy mistrust of her fellows. Perhaps she had decided it was better to drag you under the bridge and hide rather than seek help. It was either that or the little thing beside you was actually a bridge troll that dragged you under to eat you.

With what had happened over the past couple of days such a thing was no longer outside the realm of possibility as far as you were concerned.

It was the morning, though, and you had to get back to the barracks. Perhaps even to the manor to see what needed to happen next.

>Wake up Maddalyn.
>Try carrying Maddalyn back without disturbing her.
>Leave Maddalyn be and wait.
>Other

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>>1199689
>Wake up Maddalyn.

>>1199689
>Wake up Maddalyn.

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>michael walks in on you, to find a large olmec statue that can talk, after a heated discussion with said statue, he turns you all into dogs and starts hitting you with rolled up newspaper.

he then leaves, turning you back to a humanoid form he leaves the ears, and makes you all look a little bit younger.

if you were conscious you might have been concerned about that.

>>1207864
>>Wulfric, A Saxon man, born in the old country, with an eye to travel across the sea to the lands of the Britons? (Realistic, Mostly)

>>1207915

I can get behind this. Though to be honest all three options sound pretty cool.

>>1207962
>>1207915

You are Wulfric, son of Aelharra, and your father's homestead rests in Old Saxony, on the north sea coast. For years you have lived in the ways of your people, owing your worship to Woden and the gods of your people. Your father was a man of little importance, a landowner who made his way int he world through the trade of cows. Your first brother was taught how to run the farm, and his stoic, solid frame has developed as a result, he resembles nothing so much as your father. He will receive all the silver of your father, along with all of the land, but he will have to care for your mother, aunts, and your three sisters.

Your second brother, Aethelstan, learned the trade of a tanner, and his trade has been prosperous. He has his own home in the village nearby, and he deals with all kinds of men. He is yet to be married, but no responsibility will marr his future. He bears only his trade, his home, and when he can get one, his wife.

As your father looks upon you, what trade have you learned that he can take solace in?

>What trade have we learned? (Anything reasonable for a Saxon in the fifth century. This profession will give us the skills to survive on our new Farm)

>>1205276

When to tell her no.

Sakurada-kun is like a balm to her now. Her confession to him, the kind of things you expected her to be holding back at lunch, secures in your mind that if the world is to be saved then she who carries its heart needs be saved first.

Even if she won’t share the depths of it, you’ll do your best to know it. As her friend. As her Knight. As whatever she needs you to be, whether she knows it or not.

Interlude End

Quest Start

“All I’m worried about is whether or not you’re going to be okay,” Yoshi Sakurada offers firmly, “And if you’re not, I just want to know what I can do to help you get there,”

You used to think you didn’t deserve this kind of kindness or patience.

“Sundae,” you repeat with a sure nod.

Earlier, it was easy to talk about all of this to the girls. You were being a leader, you got to feel a bit detached from it all as you made plans and shared information. There will be more of that later and for right now it was good to let the walls down just a bit.

The classroom is clean, everything is put away, and you’re pretty much done here for the afternoon. Grabbing your bag, you send a follow up message to everyone about meeting at the Crowne. Plot out what you know about Amazonite and a potential attack on the Aiba Tournament. Figure out how to approach Hisako Ito about your offer. And just digest the state of things.

After Ice Cream, of course.

“We better not waste anymore time and get going,” you resolve and head to the door, pausing before opening it and taking a moment to grin, “before my sister eats them out of stock,”

It was meant as a joke, just a chance to be light hearted after what heavier things the two of you discussed. Unfortunately it doesn’t setting with you that way and you find yourself frowning.

“Do you need another minute,” he questions as he retrieves his own bag from beside the door, where he left it when he came to speak with you.

“No, let’s go,” you confirm and set off alongside him.

It’s a bit cooler out today, and you’re thankful for the sweatervest of your uniform providing some measure of comfort against that. Together the two of you are able to easily leave the school as various clubs start rallying for their meetings and structured time.

As you’re on your way though,

>Ask Yoshi what happens to his band with Kalunite gone
>Has he made any solid plans on telling his mom of his extracurriculars?
>You want to talk to him about your pending academic withdrawal, and your new uncertainty
>Maybe let a bit of your inner nerd slip, see how he handles you talking manga
>Try and tease him about something, what? Distract from you feeling like a hot mess
>Write in

Thirty minute voting window from first vote for this first update, subsequent updates will have 15 minute window from first vote posted until thread pause.

Thread resume post will again be 30, followed by 15.

>>1205295
>Ask Yoshi what happens to his band with Kalunite gone
It's part of a larger (shady) corporation, they must be doing something with it.
Hey, it they're selling the contracts I wonder if Artemis (the moon cat) is interested in branching out.

Rolled 6, 1 = 7 (2d6)

>>1199667

Build time machine and travel back in time before we become late.

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>>1199690
You never payed attention in Chronal Mathematics. In fact you slept through every class and half assed the homework. You have no clue how to build a time machine. So you drag a cardboard box out of the basement and write 'Time Machine' on the side. Gods you're desperate. You sit in the box feeling stupid for a minute and then the world sorta falls sideways and you feel like every atom in your body is being stretched around the earth in a complicated pretzel web of you.

And then it stops.

You're sitting in a box in your room. The bed is currently occupied by your TIME CLONE from a while ago. Or are you the TIME CLONE? You aren't really sure. Existential Philosophy is another class you slept through. Still the Clock reads 5:30 AM. That's plenty early. Yeah! You have no idea how that worked but it did and you're awesome!

What do you do?

Rolled 3, 2 = 5 (2d6)

>>1199709
We've made an amazing discovery! Fuck our GENERIC SANDWICH SHOP, let's go sell our time machine to the nearest Chinese/Russian spy.

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[6th of May, 2016 (FRIDAY)]

It’s eight in the morning. The streets of Shibuya are full swing in the early morning rush. Automobiles line the road like metal sardines packed in tins. Children of all ages swarm the roads to their schools, their moods in various states of frustration, hopefulness or terror. You and Airi are conspicuously absent from this. The two of you have decided to skip the morning periods in favour of staring at a cardboard box.

This is entirely your fault. You made the suggestion during breakfast. Airi, being the proper student she is, instantly rebuked, citing the benefits of a good attendance record. It looks good on your resume, the teachers won’t get mad at you, you’ll gain more respect from your peers…the type of stuff your mother made sure to lecture you on back home.

You made the argument that you both needed some time to work on the latest task, to go over the box of stuff the mysterious guy from Lady Sagisawa’s gave you. You thought it was a compelling argument. And it was towards Airi…for about five seconds as she immediately accused you of wanting to commit heinous acts.

“The box of stuff is important, though.” You pointed out.

“More important than our education?” Airi questioned.

“It’s only two periods.”

“I’ve lost count of the number of times you’ve done something like this last year.”

“Look, this is from the government. We can’t ignore it.”

“Oh, now you suddenly care!”

“If I said I’m being regretful, will you calm down?”

“No, I would not believe that! Onii-chan, you just want to skip English because it’s your worst subject!” She declared, hands on her hips, cheeks puffed like little marshmallows. “Also, you got up late and can't be bothered doing anything!”

She wasn’t wrong, but you weren’t about to tell her that.

"You're wrong."

"No, I'm right!"

And thus commenced another of the Hirayama siblings’ infamous arguments. It involved shouting, spittle flying from the lips and you making hand gestures that were reminiscent of a strangling motion. Normally, Akasha-Alea would have chimed in with sarcastic comments that are often more useless than not, but she’s on vacation at the moment. Shesmur definitely inputted a few barks and screeches at some point. He was silenced with a fresh plate of Airi's blood.

>>1199569
Aw helllll yeah. I'd just been scrolling past this in the archive, then I found out Thorn was running it and binge read it immediately

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Ultimately, you won the argument by pointing out that nobody gives a shit since you’re both the Hirayama Siblings. Seriously, no-one, not even the principal, expects you two to show up on time, despite your decent attendance track record this year. You can chalk this up to a philosophy of True Hearts, which states the best students are the ones who possess the drive to learn. If they want to learn, they will show up to class. If they want to waste their youth, they’ll slack off and that’s their problem to deal with. It’s a rather hands-off approach, similar to how universities are run, but it’s worked for them so far.

“I can’t believe I’m agreeing to this…”

“It’s not like Michiko and Hideki can’t sneak us notes later on.”

“That’s cheating, onii-chan.”

“No, it’s friendship.”

Also, it’s because you and Airi have a reputation for ditching class half-way or not showing up at all.
Again, it’s mostly your fault. There was shit (read: incidents) to do last year and attending classes were last thing on your mind back then.

>>Keiichi: Review cardboard box.

It’s the size of a large violin case covered in pink wrapping paper and heavy as a sack of rice. You dumped it on the living room table last night and haven’t touched it since. It’s also related to the fifth task. A researcher from Lady Sagisawa’s School of Knowledge, codenamed ‘C’, called you and informed that your job was to safeguard the contents of the cardboard box for a week and a half. This is all simple stuff. Come on, don’t tell everyone you’re already forgotten about it!

>>Keiichi: Open cardboard box.

Airi beats you to the punch. She runs her hands across the surface, then gets to work ripping off the wrapping paper. With her DEXTERITY, it takes less than ten seconds. Now that the seals off, you can open it. You waste no time in doing so. Inside is…

“This is so weird…” Airi mutters.

“What the heck are these?” You grumble.

The objects inside the box are ‘interesting’, which what you would say if you were a polite young man. Since you aren’t, you think they’re random junk. Puzzled, you and Airi carefully lift the objects from the box and arrange them on the table in neat rows. They all radiate faintly with magic.

>>1199201
Germany a shit. SHIT!

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>>1199203

>>1199201
I'd have interest, but I'm in Europe, so I'm probably not gonna be able to participate much if this is starting time