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New players are always welcome!

In this quest you assume the role of an aspiring student who is about to enter the Mageknight Academy of Amsterdam. You must hone your skills, make some friends (and perhaps also some enemies) and fight battles in order to prove yourself worthy of graduating as a fully fledged Mageknight! Each year (every 100th turn) your character will be tested by the academy to see if your character is progressing well and meeting the Academy's high standards. After the 3rd year your character will head off into a their first mission for a final test.

How to Join:
New players must fill out their character sheets. The sheet must include the following information:
>Anyone can join at any time. Latecomers and laggers are given bonus action points to catch up with the other players.
1) Your character's full name
2) Your character's backstory, appearance and any other useful information.
3) You are given 3 Skill Points. Choose 1 starting spell and 2 other skills or spells.

How to Play:
1) Each turn you will be given 2 [Action Points]. Post your character sheet and your chosen actions along with a 2d100 roll.
>Normally your roll must pass the [Difficulty Challenge] of 25 in order to succeed.
>Getting a 10 and below is a [Critical Failure] while 91 and above is a [Critical Success]
2) All players must wait for the "TURN GO" post before submitting any actions posts. After which you must post your actions only to that post.
3) After all actions are processed and a new turn begins, update your character sheet.

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The following post, in SW intro form: https://brorlandi.github.io/StarWarsIntroCreator/#!/AKdbNoiHz19cEl_GOF6S
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THE GALAXY IS IN TURMOIL!

After the battle over the Forest Moon of Endor, chaos still reigns in a galaxy recovering from the chains of the GALACTIC EMPIRE!

Striking from MANDALORE, the warrior clans march in a new uprising, led by the legendary BOBA FETT!

The NEW REPUBLIC, formerly the REBEL ALLIANCE, struggles to rebuild their former territory!

In the shadows of the UNKNOWN REGIONS, the brilliant GRAND ADMIRAL THRAWN gathers the strength of the IMPERIAL REMNANT!

It is in these times that fortunes may be made, empires may be built, and fates may be spun.
You are ADMIRAL JANUS CAIN, commander of a respectable warfleet, currently over Anobis, currently embroiled in combat against a Rebel Taskforce, sent to recover the traitor, Silaf...

You are wearing
>Your light armor, covered by a civilian cloak
You have as weapons
>A green lightsaber, taken from Rahm Kota
>A heavy blaster pistol
>You left arm, a military grade prosthetic equipped with a grapple
You are accompanied by
>Task Force Anobis-Alpha-One "Womp Rat Fuckers," consisting of your Darkeyes, you, the 243rd 'Pyre Boys', the 321st 'Ire's Eyes', and the 826th 'Bound Dogs.' They are currently waiting for you back at your shuttle.
>1,050,000 liquid credits
>roughly 600,000 in disposable cargo (depending on how well you barter)
>355,000 Stormtroopers with your fleet
>85 AT-ATs, 140 AT-STs and assorted dropships with the fleet
>3 ISDs, 1 of those Mark 2, 30 Victories (1 and 2s,) 2 Acclamators, 12 Tartans, 10 Nebulon-Bs, 4 MCs
>160 TIE wings, 40 TIE bomber wings
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Archived on Sup/tg/ under SWWQ, Star Wars Warlords Quest

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You are the former United States Navy warship USS HOEL, now returned as a shipgirl and ready to kick Abyssal ass!

"Wait a minute, ain't that the President's plane?" You squint as you see the massive blue and white passenger jet taxi off of the runway.

"Yeah! It's Air Force One!" Anna nods.

"Wasn't that a movie?" You raise an eyebrow.

"The movie was named after the plane." Anna sighs.

"Oh."

"Does that mean the PRESIDENT is here?!" Paz's mood seems to get even brighter. "The leader of the free world himself?!"

"Well, it's not like anybody else flies that plane around." You shrug.

"Cooooool!" Paz tugs at your sleeve. "Can we go meet him? Can we? Can we?"

"Maybe we shouldn't trouble the Admiral..." Anna frowns.

True. Even from her, your optics could pick out that the Admiral, who was waiting for Air Force One to taxi, clearly wasn't looking happy. Well, that wasn't entirely accurate. More like concerned.

>Go meet the President!
>Better let the Admiral handle this.
>Other

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[Riaetrusqe]
Mejan yawns at the mention of a grand hunt held in her honor, but

seeing the resulting ashland, grins. She is appeased for now. After

the hunt, the tribe expands northward [+13 hex], and further water

magic is researched, though it makes Mejan scoff and sneer [4/8].

[Machaka]
Expansion of Aquantis begins [1/2], while another Khal Exemplar is

formed [2/3, -2 bronze], as well as an Iron Mariner [2/3, -2 wood].

[Butterland]
The Observatory is completed [Observatory I], though there's no

Medical Academy, and the search for gold turns up empty. However,

physics research begins [2/4], and the process of refining iron is

looked into [4/10], while basic chemistry research begins [1/4].

[Ezjai Collective]
>You also have 1 food
While the Collective's psionics are improved [3/8], another warrior

drone is bred [1/2 (be sure to list techs)], and armor is bred into

the lower caste [3/4].

[Arakos]
The army has been refitted (see below), and the Hobgoblins mobilize,

while expansion south begins [+20 hex], and integration of the former

nation of Gynnead Ceadn begins [2/10]
>Units
2 Warrior Khal: 4x (6 hex upkeep each)
Ceadni Khal: 4x (6 hex upkeep)
Siege Khal:
>Seems to come out less than before

[Black Feather]
Some more Peat is found [+3 Peat], and a new temple is erected [3/4,

-1 stone]. Further currency refinement is also in effect [4/6].

[Henoan Conclave]
The Apothecary is finished [Apothecary I], and is already undergoing

improvements [3/6, -2 stone]! Horsemanship training completes as well

[Horsemanship II], and northward expansion is had [+16 hex].

[Balbyionia]
Reconstruction of the factory begins [2/6, -1 stone], but the effort requires everyone to pitch in, and the soldiers aren't drilled. However, better feudalistic practices are becoming instituted [1/6].

[Feathered Empire]
While there's no progress on the facility, more steps are taken to lift Soil's Meet [6/15], and the foundations for a bathhouse is laid [2/4, -1 stone].

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The year- 2009. The place- New York City. You are Jordan Jonway, age 22. You came to the city because you grew tired of life upstate with your parents. Getting a job has been proving difficult, but your best friend Roger Mansory is letting you crash on his couch until you can get your own place. You are a

>Man
>Woman

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You are Prince Meirion auk Gwyrren, the only sane man in a royal family with dubious concepts of strategy, justice, taxation, and governance in general. You have made it your goal in life to keep your family on the throne and your head firmly attached to your body.

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You slip around Delyth and Seren and rummage through your dresser for some clothes. Everyone else is already up and about, but you had the luxury of sleeping in. Myrddin's investigation into the assassination attempt against you is nicely tied up, but he still needs some time to go over all the documents that his people recovered and determine how the leads wind.

Your latest mercantile endeavour has also been completed, and more merchants are now flocking to Degfford to take up the available space.

Things are also going well in Olstren. Having been rendered leaderless, the already battered lords of the duchy of Machain are more than happy to bend the knee to your allies. It will take time to consolidate power and split the territory, but at the rate things are going, you'll be able to make a visit up north next year.

Seren's eyes cracks open. She mumbles something and snuggles up to Delyth for warmth.

"Where are you going, your highness?"

>"I need to talk to Myrddin about his investigation."
>"I need to talk to Reagan about the city's next project."

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"This is the guy?"

"Yeah, it's him. You look unimpressed."

The man in the black collared shirt looks you up and down, holding a clipboard and shaking hands with wrestlers as they pass without even making eye contact.

Your manager's bald spot is sweating. You met him yesterday after he picked you up a month ago from the indies. Finally got the call up and it was a next day flight to some shithole in the southside of Philly.

"I think his mask looks like shit.

Send him through."

You're in the locker room, shaking hands with everyone. It's a rule. You HAVE to shake hands with everyone. It's a sign of trust.

In the locker room, some stage hand was running around talking the guest through their spots.

You had Mr. Crossbar, a huge guy, one of those body builders. You had Steamroller, sort of an overweight guy, but even you know he's a legend. So much talent...

and then there's ________________. You HATE ______________.

He's this tall, lumpy stringy haired guy, and he's an asshole out THERE and in here. HE tried to take of your mask.

It's who you are...

"Who are you again?" The stagehand gets to you, outstretching his hand.

"________________."

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It's 10pm, in between watching reruns of MLP, you decide to see if someone has been criticising your art. Scanning your name on Google, you start losing interest when suddenly, you see there is a link to Encyclopedia Dramatica on page 14. Following the link you are shocked to see that someone has not only claimed that your totally original characters are simply recolours and tracings, they have said that what original content you have actually made is nothing more than the fingerpaintings of a 13-year-old, WHEN YOU HAVE CLEARLY SAID MANY TIMES YOU ARE 18. In a fit of rage, you spit the doritos from your mouth and sweep the empty Mountain Dew cans from your desk, logging into your DeviantArt account, you quickly message your twelve followers, and together you make a devious plan for revenge. An hour later, after successfully blanking the article and vandalising several admins user pages, you and your friends say goodnight after a lengthy round of patting each other on the back. Satisfied and proud of your actions in defeating those vile EDiots, you go into a deep sleep. In the morning you catch a bus to your minimum wage job, still bemusing yourself over last nights antics, only to find to your dismay, that you have been fired after an anonymous email was sent to your boss containing the detailed rape fantasy you wrote about her. Struggling to keep back the tears, you ride the bus back home while pondering over how the EDiots found it, after all, you made sure to post it under the name SparklefoxYifflover37, instead of your normal name SparklefoxYifflover73. Upon getting home, you see a mysterious folded piece of paper lying on your doorstep, scanning the area cautiously, you reach down and pick it up, slowly opening it to read the haunting words;

lol fgt lol u suk bals olololololollololllol


There are two choices from here on out. You could say "lol Internet", or you could try to take down ED.

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You awaken inside your Vat to hear the sound of draining fluid. You wait for a few minutes for the chemical broth to drain before stepping out. A nearby Harvester hands you a towel and plain white trousers to put on after you dry yourself off. You give your body a quick glance, discovering a lattice of small crystals hidden underneath your metal skin, as well as a thick layer of subdermal armor just below that when you start pressing around on your arm. Your arms themselves are reinforced with clusters of orichalcum and starmetal attached to your nerve clusters; your reflexes seem to have been doubled from before your time in the Vats. You feel like you could take on a battalion or two of heretics and win with minimal damage to yourself.

You thank the scientists and exit, heading to the armory room. There you find the four other members of your Assembly, your five-man band of fellow Alchemicals in service to glorious Kamak. Mirror Held to Progress, now clad in a leather jacket reinforced with orichalcum, is the first to greet you. "So, Unwavering Dedication to Napping on the Job is finally up?" She grins, but none of the others asides from Buoyant Liquidator, the other Soulsteel Caste on the team, seem to find it to funny (and what doesn't make her laugh?). The muscle-bound Jade caste Engine of Perpetual Prosperity and the androgynous Moonsilver Expeditious Redistributor seem to be solely focused on arming themselves for the task ahead of them.

During equipping yourself, you decide to
>Chat with Mirror. Maybe you can get more info on this task.
>Talk to Engine. He's the other guy running interception here with you, you might as well see if he has your back.
>Talk to Redistributor. You want to make sure the famous thief is as good as word of mouth says he is. Your mission depends on it, of course.
>Talk to Liquidator. You hope she's more focused than she was during the Trasnik incident, especially if she's going to be doing overwatch with her assault crossbow.

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You open your eyes, the beams of soft light come in through the opening near your roof. You sit up on the leather cot you keep in the back of your small forge. You step out from the small almost closet that lies behind your chimney. Brine, your apprentice, sits at the anvil hammering very delicately. You walk towards him working the stiffness out of your legs and examine his work. A beautiful steel blade lies on the iron, he insisted you stay away from the forge the previous day but also restricted you from going home so you contented yourself with some training to keep up to standard.

You were once a knight, before your lord was killed and his son dismissed you from service.

You look at the blade and it's beautiful, the broad side of the blade has been darkened with ash and the edge shines almost like silver.

"Well done Brine." You say clalping a hand in his shoulder as he lays down his hammer and delicately lifts the blade.

"Thank you, Sir. I made it for you." He says meekly

You raise an eyebrow
"Me? Why would you do that?" You inquire

"Well sir..you used to be a knight and..well I forged it in the style of a knight's longsword." He says avoiding eye contact.

He pushes the sword closer to you.

>I'd be honored to wield your blade.
>You should keep it

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You are Purps, a Starborn. You don't remember much or feel much. But with how hectic your recent life has been, you've rapidly developed certain emotions and grown in power and enemies.

Between your weird dreamwalking abilities, flashbacks and being told by a crazy past self. You've got some puzzle pieces that you can try and fit together, which has brought you to Murillo. A derelict estate that you used to own two identities ago. There, an ancient wolf girl awaited you. Then; she told you how your family died.

Zelam finishes her long winded, sorrowful and harrowingly detailed story. A mere moment of silence permeating in the air before her body is overcame with a sorrowful wailing, her eyes flood as she clenches her hands in front of her face. "I'm sorry Mama. I couldn't find Papa. I tried for year, years and years, but he's gone. Nobody knows him!" She cries, your last daughter, older than you in body but not spirit, is bearing her sorrow. "I'm Sorrry!" She howls.

You reach forward and take her hands in yours, "You have nothing to feel sorry for. You were a child. By explaining this to me, you have ensure I can get revenge on them." You quietly declare.

"But they're agents of the Republic-" Luc protests.

"They're murderers." Honamurei corrects him, her eye reflecting the flickering lantern and enhancing the fire there tenfold. "Blood for Blood."

"Lady Zelam has cast her sight into the past, every night since she returned here." The child, Felicia says, cutting off all conversation with her ill timed interruption. "She has relived the fall of Murillo each time hoping for some shard of information."

"But... Arthur. My husband." You correct yourself, "Has vanished."

"I don't know how to feel about this." You mutter.

> [PRIDE] Zelam, you've done fantastic, never doubt that.

> [SHAME] I'm sorry I've failed you

> [WORRY] Are you going to be alright?

> Write-In

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You are Brianna la Croix, getting more comfortable with the idea of referring to yourself as 'master necromancer', and your (daughter? creation?), Kat, has encountered her first Ferocious Old Lady.

This ought to be a learning experience for her, but more importantly, this oughta be hilarious.

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I'm intending to run a quest thread later this week. I am hoping to be able to link the previous thread so people can keep up. Where is the website that archives the quests?

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The year is 1974: 5 years since you decided to drop out of mundane society. The Vietnam War, the rising tensions with the Soviet bloc, and the whole "age of Aquarius" scene have really served to push you out of the whole 'mundane' scene. Now, you're your own person: rolling around this great country in your van, sometimes with others, sometimes just going your own way, every day a new adventure...

But we're getting ahead of ourselves. Who ARE you, exactly?

Posts ending in "3" make contenders for your name. Posts ending in "7" make contenders for what you used to do. Dubs decide your personality.