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You think on the old man’s question. There’s a lot of things you want.

A new shovel. A shinier bucket. New shoes again, or maybe something to get the mud off the ones you’re wearing. Like a chisel.

Something tasty. A bath. Something soft to hug. Actually, you already have a wolf.

The Witch. That one is important. Priorities.

“Do you know the Witch Of Crows?” You ask the crotchety old man, a little loudly to be heard over the cooing.

“What? What makes you think that?”

You point at the black branch-like totem placed near the center of this pigeon-filled corner of the city’s back alleys. How is it standing upright, you wonder-

Focus.

The crow atop the witch’s totem flaps its wings. You recognise her. It’s Rue.

You wave at the bird, and she caws.

Focusing is futile, you realise.

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"Are you down on your luck and in need of food for your family? Has your life left you with a few kids and more than a few payments to settle? Is there nothing left for you but the dream to be something great? Maybe you just want to get rich quick?"

The advertisement was incredibly addictive, and yet so specifically unnerving, but you signed up for it despite the red flags. They told you there were other poor men just like you, that they had only one check to hand out, and they needed you to do something for them. That was the last you heard until they knocked you out, threw you in a van, and drove to God-knows-where. When you wake up with nothing but the clothes on your back, you find yourself in unfamiliar territory, with a single letter as your only guide...
The other people in this arena are vicious murderers, cons, pedophiles, and likewise. Kill them all and you get your reward.

>How to Play
DeathmatcH is an incredibly basic PvP arena quest based on survival, quick thinking, and working with what you have to achieve victory over the other competitors. Your opponents are everyone else in the thread, and using items you either make, hunt, or find randomly scattered in the landscape, you must drop their HP to absolute zero. However, other creatures will also want a taste of your blood as you progress...

>Gameplay
Everything works on a 1d20; as you spawn in one of eight points and walk around, you will randomly encounter enemies, locate guns, and find people. The movement will work on cardinal directions (North, South, Up, Down, etc.) The map itself is a 15x15 grid divided into four Quadrants; a growing forest, the dry and dangerous desert, a snowy taiga, and tall, beautiful mountains. Each area provides it's own little taste to the game, including the ability to give bonuses or penalties, throw out specific traps, and give exotic weapons. To loot the area around you, as well as prey that you've hunted, you roll a d20 plus your Survival bonus, whatever it may be at the time. You may find skins, food, and even ammunition.

>Bonus/Penalty and Range Tables
Bonuses/Penalties
Forest: -1 Range, +4 to Survival
Desert: +1 Range, -4 to Survival
Snow Plains: -1 Range, +2 to Survival
Mountains: +1 Range, -2 to Survival

Ranges (in Squares)
Melee - 0
Pistol - 1
Shotgun - 1
Assault - 2
SMG - 2
LMG - 2
Rifle - 3

>How to Join
Put your name in your trip and get ready to feel the pain.
Also, join the Discord channel for any Manhorse quests! We have a good handful of people around to talk to, and the OP is always there to answer questions, comments, or complaints. <3
https://discord.gg/34YQ5eU

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Twitter: QuestingQM
Note that Twitter currently is down because I forgot my password.

Character Sheet (Full!):https://drive.google.com/open?id=1jI0aGxA_2h3SAcPYri-1fdgskbK3IbtfEzSLJ7VY9gU
Character Sheet (Renexizious Only!): https://drive.google.com/open?id=1xgNKMzLUZS9L05DUCxmsvuYs-bGPIRpQsFv5k7oaBBk

Last time on EDQ, we found Goebbels and hired him to deal with the rising communist resurgence, met with the American embassy, and also the kobolds being a bit corrupt. Only a bit though.

You give Elizabeth a kiss and head to bed. You aren't exactly wanting to deal with her right now...

Recent News.

You hear from your chief servant that your dad has joined a motorcycle gang... Apparently they thought he was tough as hell or something, because your quite amazed he actually joined. The motorcycle gang is on further investigation, just one of those "mid-life crisis" gangs where they just act as a nuisance and mostly grill on weekends. Your mom has of course read you more bedtime stories since your dad's been a bit absent enjoying his new-found freedom.

A man with more money than common sense has bought a "commercial tank" and has given tank tours throughout Stockholm to tourists and people not wanting to deal with traffic, and it has proven rather interesting to most tourists curious about the city and not wanting to deal with traffic... Mostly because cars tend to get out of the way.

Snow storms have been hitting Stockholm at a new high, and snow has been reported to hitting nearly 86 inches... The most in Swedish weather history.

Two Orcs have started their own TV show about modifying "hot rods" and Orc mechanics have become quite famous for being quite eccentric and making quite capable vehicles... Dwarf mechanics have been fiercely competing, but they seem to be able to make much more heavy and defensive vehicles.

Word of a "Loch Ness Monster" In the Baltic Sea have been circulating throughout Stockholm.

Iceland has been found to be wealthy in oil reserves. Extremely so... The natives seem a bit protective of their shoreline and land though.

France has been found to have uranium.

The palace of Versailles has been stormed by angry french Partisans and have broken, looted, and set fire to the palace, and has been reported to have killed twelve French nobles, along with killing the Queen of France. Those responsible for the event have not been found, but there are fears that the kingdom could dissipate into civil war...

What do anons?

>Intervene in a local event! (Choose up to two if you want!)
>Try to get Charlemagne to like you!
>Encourage Industry!
>Research something as Elizabeth!
>Write-in

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Previous Threads: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=Fantasy+Crusader+Quest

Twitter: https://twitter.com/AthinarOfJeno

Discord: https://discord.gg/un6aawU

Dramatis Personae: http://pastebin.com/M9vXTnSR
It is the Year of Our Lord 1120. You are Victor Reis, a Knight-Captain of the Order of Brothers of the German House of Saint Mary in Frankfurt (The Teutonic Order.) You had come to the Holy Land after a request for aid from your brothers in the newly-formed Templar order, and traveled with them to a mountain pass Northeast of Acre, and joining a Saracen horde in battle there, suddenly found yourself in another world, along with your Teuton brothers and Templar allies.

Previously, on Fantasy Crusader Quest....

After reaching a village, you were interrupted during a talk with the village elder by a Nuckleavee, who announced that a 'Wilde Jaege', or 'Wild Hunt' had been called by Wod.

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Well normal rules
Color
Name
Location
PD: I am not the host, but there is a host

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"Louise! Jack's home!"

You hear a familiar voice echo from down the hallway. You're pretty sure it's Atsuko.
"Okaay." You say, lacking enthusiasm.

You're really happy Jack is home, but you also feel like a brick is resting on your forehead. Why are you so tired, still?!
You gently sit up in bed, and then slowly start to become cognitive.

What is happening? You are Louise Lacerte, and you're the beautiful princess hero of Gallete. Okay! Good! You remember that much.

You also feel winded, and a little dizzy. Why is that? You remember, monsters, Kayda, flashes of light, and then-
Oh, right! You defended this very castle from a monster attack just yesterday!
Who are you kidding? You defended Kayda, your best friend, from a monster attack just yesterday. That's why you were concerned. The castle can fend for itself, if it needed to.

Either ways, you're still exhausted. You feel like you just ran a marathon and then decided to climb a mountain just for good measure. Even your legs are complaining from the minor amounts of movement you're asking of them.

"Jack's home?" you mumble.
"Yep! And he's gonna take over defending the castle. So you don't have to do it anymore! Want to come show him that trick you found?"

The words rolling from her tongue only vaguely register as something resembling thoughts in your mind.
"Ah, okay." you're barely able to understand what it is she's asking of you, "I'll come down in a couple more minutes."

"Great!" Atsuko claps and leaves the room, "It's almost past noon anyway, you shouldn't be sleeping so long!"
"Right." You mumble, and then flop back onto the pillow.

"How long was I out?" You ask absolutely nobody. It makes you feel a little surprised. You usually wake up with your princess, Charlotte, in the morning. She typically wakes up with you, has tea, and then attends to her diplomatic duties.
Well, you'll just close your eyes for a few more minutes. Then you'll go downstairs and see Jack. He probably wants to get to bed as well.

--

Your eyes pop open, and then scan for the window.
Suddenly, the outside has a dark tinge to it. Lit only by the silver of the moonlight.

Speaking of silver; you can clearly see the silver hair of your summoner resting next to you.
Did you fall asleep again? Or was that first awakening merely a dream?

Your head feels much less heavy, but still irritated enough to require some rubbing at your eyes. Gently, you wake up and check the mirror, as well as the bathroom.

What just happened, anyway?
The room lacks answers, and is seemingly unchanged from the very-realistic hallucination you just experienced.
Lacking answers, you decide to simply take it in stride and wake up for the night after a few more minutes of dozing. You climb back into bed, and close your eyes just for a few more minutes.

>Cont.

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OP can´t keep a schedule edition
Previous threads: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Dollmaker

You can smell the beast´s breath, even over that of the corpses strewn across the street. Its putrid breath is visible on the cold air of the misty city, the only thing that breathes in this desolate place- a beast drawn here by the legions of zombies that have now fled the scene, as if recalled by their master. Your right arm is dislocated, and currently useless- leaving you only your left one, clutching the handgun you stole from the corpse of your would-be second murderer, with her own arm… You can feel her rage at her death burning inside the arm, only kept in check by your own determination to see this battle through.
You are Tanis, your surname unknown even to you- and you will protect what few friends you have in this dreadful place. One of them is currently sprawled on the ground, alive- but badly injured from one of the kicks of this monster. It roars, shattering the few glass windows still remaining in place- and you grit your teeth.
It´s time to hunt.
>Try to kill the beast using the handgun.
>Rush back to the crowbar you lost during the fight.
>Try to see if Sarah is okay
>Other:Write-in?

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Find the Dice in this story.

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Previous: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/1164471/
Character Sheet: http://pastebin.com/5bdm4ZYj
Twitter: https://twitter.com/TheHeadMasterTG
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What the godamn hell am I doing? I'm in a part of town I don't know, in the apartment of a girl I just met not even an hour ago, and I'll probably be stuck being her friend now. Not that she doesn't seem nice its just....well shes a bit weird isn't she? and she's a real slob, this entire room is a mess...sure some of it is my fault, but still have some fucking standards. What am I doing here. A few months ago I'd beat the shit out of me for doing something like this but....then again the me from back then was a real bitch wasn't she? I swallow, my hand shaking as my tail thumps on the ground, Annie is looking up at me expectantly like the little sister I never had. I think I used and still look at Pam the same way but....its disturbing seeing her do it. Since right now I'm holding a bottle of red....stuff that smells like dirt, mud, roots and dust. Doesn't really smell bad at all, hell it actually smells pretty good but still it doesn't look like something you should drink. But its the reason why I came here in the first place, its the reason I even started looking for this little witch. And because of it she's....well she didn't fall down those stairs. A little cowardly voice in the back of my head tries to tell me that's enough, that's enough for a good, productive day. But I quickly squash that voice down like I have so many times before.

Why am I so....nervous about this. I don't want to admit I'm a little scared here, over just a red drink. But for some reason, my gut instinct is to toss this bottle away. Which doesn't make any sense! I'm a monster girl! a fucking dragon for god's sake! why would I be scared of a little drink huh? Maybe its....maybe its just

"Are you going to drink that?" Annie asks, frowning and leaning closer to me "I worked very hard to make it that fast, you know, if you're not going to drink it....could you at least tell me? It'd...make me feel better I..I think"

Maybe I'm just scared that all this nonsense could be real. I mean every time I humor one of these jokers it just...seems more real than it did before. The only reason I even listened to Carla was because of the coin and....well I didn't want to be rude when she was trying to make peace after that mess. And well that idiot Tavi, after she nearly drowned me she seemed really sincere about this legend stuff.

And now there's annie, who nearly broke her neck trying to carry a bunch of crap that would be useless even for props, unless....unless magic and this legend stuff is real. I look down at my new friend.

is she praying?

"Please please please" She whines, tears in her eyes, her black fangs showing as shakes and looks up at me pleadingly "Please just take at least a sip, I haven't had a customer in weeks, I just want someone to drink my potions, besides even if I messed something up...
cont

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Yesterday you discovered two harsh facts about life. One your initial design for the Winter Soldiers lacked sufficient heating components to keep them operational in a long stretch of time outside the hive. They froze to death, this has you preoccupied, your designs aught to be perfect, a flaw is unthinkable. Yet there it was, a revised design must be drafted soon, this was not something that put you at ease. For it was also yesterday that you encountered a new species and also lost an entire expedition team of winter workers, winged workers, scouts and all your pride.

There was something deeply wrong about this, the moment you thought that there was an upper hand, a possibility to grow and expand. That was when the world came crashing down and crushed every piece of hope that there was left. Perhaps this had been a very bad choice of planet, You did not even go over your initial mutation when coming down. So many regrettable choices, who knows what future awaits you now. You wish you could reach unto the stars and peer upon the life of your sisters and mtoher and ask for a little help.


Current research:
>Research local fruits and nuts for highest value in nutrients(Done)
Unlocked improved farms +30% more yield

Possible research:
(days per every 2 thinkers. Add more thinkers to lower threshold.)
>Modify Vespers for livestock use(5 days)
>Research local animals for adaptations(specimens required.)
>Research Hiding thermal signature(3 days)
>parasitic defense(resistance to poison) (2 days)
>Dissect local predator(defensive traits or offensive traits)(4 days)
>Analyze/vivisect Spikeback creature. Seems a bit docile(4 days)

Parts unlocked:
None

>Current resource reserves
Nutrients: 157
Metals: 0

>Upkeep cost
Queen – 5
First Clutch Worker (3) – 6
Thinker (6) – 18
Workers(8) –16
Winter Workers (3) – 72
Winged Winter Worker(0) –0
Winter Soldier(0)– 0
Miners(5)- 20
Screw Scout(0)–0
Infrastructure(per base)-80
=
Total Cost:
157
>Income
Nutrients: 855
>Net: 698N(amount that can be used)

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A little girl thwarting an unseen caper, an elderly guardsman somehow taking down one more criminal, interesting stories like these make for juicy gossip in even the largest cities, let alone small hamlets like Jonasburg. For anyone passing within earshot of the town, they were bound to get an earful and more of these unlikely events. However, whether you looked high or low, the girl in question was nowhere to be found.

That’s because Cassandra knew better than to let her daughter get mixed up in the whirlwind she’d inadvertently created, instead keeping her safely within arm’s reach and well out of town until everything had blown over. Cici, for her part, didn’t mind, of course. The world, both small and large, was a treasure trove to her curious eyes, with plenty of things to learn, exercises to do, and of course, her ever attention-starved pets to dote on.

A few days pass in that serene state, with class in the morning, magic in the afternoon, and exercise in the evening, Katy and Hannah occasionally stopping by for a couple of hours to help tend the flower garden they’d all planted together or play with the cadre of animals surrounding the young gorgon. For the most part of the week, however, it’s up to her to entertain herself. Well, her and the voices she was bound to at any rate.

As we rejoin her adventures, she’s just beginning a new morning, yawning away the sleep and rubbing her eyes as Vivi hugs her tight.

[“Good morning voices… What did you guys want to do today?”]

> Write-in

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Several decades from now mankind will have made great leaps in technologies which can change the human body in incredible and absurd ways. The companies which make these products wish to demonstrate the to the world: and thus The Game is born.

Each year eight housemates are chosen from an auditioning swarm of thousands to enter THE BUNKER.

These eight will have their every move televised to the world whilst they live side by side in the bunker. The housemates will also face daily challenges to give them an edge in the game.

The housemates must endure and maybe even thrive as they are transformed into new shapes, sizes, attitudes, behaviours, roles, and forms.

It is the ultimate test of mental fortitude.

Against impossible odds YOU have been given a place in the bunker.

(Cont)

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Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=left%20beyond

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1HogHSzPSGU

In the heart of Holy See
In the home of Christianity
The seat of power is in danger

There's a foe of a thousand swords
They've been abandoned by their lords
Their fall from grace will pave their path, to damnation

Then the 189
In the service of heaven
They're protecting the holy line
It's +997
Give their lives on the steps to heaven
Thy will be done!

For the grace, for the might of their Lord
For the home of the holy
For the faith, for the way of the sword
Give their lives so boldly

For the grace, for the might of their Lord
In the name of his glory
For the faith, for the way of the sword
Come and tell their story again

Under guard of 42
Along a secret avenue
The inner sanctum is waiting

They're the guard of the Holy See
They're the guards of Christianity
Their path to history is paved with salvation

Then the 189
In the service of heaven
They're protecting the holy line
It's +997
Give their lives on the steps to heaven
Thy will be done!

For the grace, for the might of their Lord
For the home of the holy
For the faith, for the way of the sword
Give their lives so boldly

For the grace, for the might of their Lord
In the name of his glory
For the faith, for the way of the sword
Come and tell their story again

Dying for salvation with dedication
No capitulation, annihilation
Temple commendation, rejuvenation
Heaven is your destination

Dying for salvation with dedication
No capitulation, annihilation
Temple commendation, rejuvenation
Heaven is your destination

In the name of God

For the grace, for the might of their Lord
For the home of the holy
For the faith, for the way of the sword
Give their lives so boldly

For the grace, for the might of their Lord
In the name of his glory
For the faith, for the way of the sword
Come and tell their story
Give their lives so boldly
Come and tell the Millennials' story again

Except, of course, you're the other guys. You are Omega, coordinating AI for the Legion of Light. Today is the last day of the Millennial Kingdom, and Satan is flying above the Last Army to challenge Jesus inside His temple.

You have devised a number of Plan Bs, from an interstellar colony ship to warriors so dedicated to Humanity that they have trained to fight while enduring the pain of Hell, but the final battle is no longer in a nebulous future. It will be fought here. Tonight.

Have you managed to shatter the prophecies, or are you simply fulfilling them?

Previous thread: >>1168551

# Order the Legion of Light to charge as soon as your electromagnetic artillery destroys the walls.

# Let the Last Army go in first and take the brunt of the prophecy.

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Welcome back to BoaC
This is where we left off:

The Chieftain for now disregards the Tensions between his tribes and instead goes out to help the Farmers working the fields.
We are a primitive society afterall, and there's not much to do right now anyway, the Chieftain gotta kill his time somehow.
We claim vast amounts of Land, as we aren't aware of any feasible competition in the area.
The new harvesting season comes around, and since we have so many fields, it takes significantly longer to harvest, but we end up with a food surplus for once.
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If you're new and interested in playing, here's how it works:
Everyone decides what our People will do next.
All decisions are made by democratic majority vote.
If multiple decisions are made, only those that do not conflict each other will happen.
Rolling 100 overrides a majority decision.
Multiple cases of rolling 100 will happen in order they were rolled.
Everyone may only roll once per pending decision.
Major historical events, may still occur if the point of Origin remains outside our nation's control. (e.g If we don't own Macedonia by 200BC, Alexander the Great happens, no matter what)
Major Historical events may still occur, if our Nation hosts similar conditions as the Nations we currently occupy, as they would have at the appropriate time.
(e.g If we own Rome after 700BC and our King [you] does some more than questionable decisions, we will become a Republic)
Tripfagging is strongly encouraged!
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Last thread a decision has already been made, as such I will post an update first, before anyone makes decisions.

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You Awaken in You Awaken in Banished Quest Quest Quest: Death of Questing Edition [One Shot]

Welcome to Banished Quest!
You take the role of an expert agent of the ircabal, performing his mission.

It is currently the 5th of Yuddha, in the year 936 NH.

Required reading material:
Character Sheet:
http://pastebin.com/8wLGz3HQ
Inventory:
http://pastebin.com/9mxDQn7N
Companions:
http://pastebin.com/tWc3Zjje
Spellbook:
http://pastebin.com/Tu1sVEnQ
Runic Library:
http://pastebin.com/7zQt9XLy
Current Missions:
http://pastebin.com/rzD5PPsU

Dice:
http://pastebin.com/nhswziq6
Magic:
http://pastebin.com/aYPzn0aU
http://pastebin.com/2iHKTQTS
http://pastebin.com/Hu8SUUyL
Combat:
http://pastebin.com/e1peu2ih
http://pastebin.com/1niidZEa
Enchanting:
http://pastebin.com/jUQKQLLx
Fluff:
http://pastebin.com/ydKwNLba
http://pastebin.com/sijmZSSf
http://pastebin.com/UygnkCBe
http://pastebin.com/gR0sgiFu
http://pastebin.com/ibi8j7Md
http://pastebin.com/q8rQUjzS
Archives:
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Banished%20Quest
Twitter:
https://twitter.com/Quidam_Asinus
Ask Page:
http://ask.fm/Quidam_Asinus
Tumblr:
http://somaqm.tumblr.com/


IRC Channel:
#BanishedDiscussion on Rizon

Your day was going smoothly. You made the requisite anti-questing shitposts on /tg/. Reported seditious activity to the appropriate authorities, and kept tabs on potential up and coming QMs. As expected, there were no good quests. Your handlers would be pleased. At least, that's what you thought until you received the report.

The autist himself, Rob, had commited suicide after waking up this afternoon. With his extreme dedication, passing the threshold of mental illness, to Banished Quest, you knew where he'd end up after his death: inside the setting. This threw a wrench into the plans of the ircabal. Banished Quest was meant to die a slow, quiet death. Though in the real world Rob could only impotently fail to manipulate anons into voting for enchanting, in the actual quest itself he might be able to make an impact. His lack of meaningful skills would be offset by his incredible persistence.

Someone needed to do something, and that someone was you.

You sprung into action upon hearing the report. You'd prepared for this eventuality. After all, with nothing to live for but Banished, it was only a matter of time before Rob commited suicide.

Ignoring the warnings you've received in the past about isekai recursion, you activate your isekai generator. You feel the pull of the abyss, the deep temptation of questing. You need to keep your mind clear; you have a mission. You turn away, refusing to succumb to its lure.