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what is this place?

well, what is this place /qst/ ?

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In the grim darkness of the 41st millennium there is only war. Imperium of Man, once strong and proud, now is slowly crumbling, whole regions of space are lost to the horrors that lurk in the darkness of the void. Sector Deus is just one of the thousands of Imperial provinces that form the front line in the war to defend Humanity itself. Corruption from within and aggression from without threaten it. But the Emperor sends us hope. High Lords of Terra commissioned a Chapter of Adeptus Astartes, finest warriors Humanity has ever seen, to defend this region of space. They are the last line of defence that hold Age of Ruin at bay. They are the Ghosts of Retribution and this is their tale.

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You're really in for it now, you had a simple enough task: hunt something nice for the festival- but it's clear you've made a couple wrong turns tracking your mark, a fine elk. A fine elk with a prick in his rear, you're still kicking yourself for botching that shot. You aren't half the hunter your brother or father were.

At first, you figured that you could follow the trail of blood in the snow, but all this seems an awful lot for your shot- you feel like you've been tracking someone else's kill for a while now. There aren't too many hunters in your village, you imagine it'd be the same for many of the neighboring ones too. The former king, a youth, was hungry for the lands our country ceded to another some years back- the reconquest was a colossal failure, the boy king lost his crown and kingdom, his life was spared but you've heard that he's locked and tortured within the darkest depths of the new lord's estate. You can't say you believe all that, the king's life was spared and taxes are lower now under the new lord, no reparations were asked for either, though that may be due to the seizure of the king's wealth. You can't say you're really all that knowledgeable of what went on, or even the goings on outside your village- only certain thing is you were too young to fight, only real memories of the affair were seeing your father and brother off and your father coming home on crutches without your brother.

You yawn. The places your mind is wandering is upsetting as well as boring. You have half a mind to turn ba-

Before you entertain the thought any further, the red trail turns into a road, you've cleaned many kills so blood isn't typically something that disturbs you. The hairs on the back of your neck stand at anxious attention, like soldiers preparing to march into hell. The silent stiffness of the white woods gives way to panting, anguished sobs.

Afraid of what you're about to see, you peer past a tree at the impending carnage.

It's a woman collapsed under an old white birch, she's clutching her stomach and there's blood all around. Paler than the birch and snow around her, she looks moments away from falling over- maybe never to get back up again. That thought makes you swallow hard.

Your mind races, unable to act without sorting itself.
What will you do?

>Try to aid her the best you can with what you have, failing that, comfort her in her final moments.
>Hoist her up onto your back and make a run for the village.
>Turn back and do your best to forgot what you just saw.
>Write-in

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Interestingly enough, Herman Kepler found wealth to be dangerous thing.

He was first and foremost a Christian. He was born in unit 301 of the Rose Garden, a motel that had turned into an apartment complex a few years before in 1987.

His mother and father were good people, but were also addicted to crack-cocaine.

He sits in is office in the Kepler Tower, the unnoficial headquarters of of his many financial enterprises.

He taps his pen on his desk. It's sleek golden cap and inefficient weight marketed it as expensive. He wonders at the state of a world that sells pens to men like him, and allows children to starve for the sins of their parents.

He closes his eyes, and for a brief moment, all is quiet.

His cell phone vibrates on his desk.

>It's his girlfriend.

>It's his wife.

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This is Boruto Quest, a quest set in the universe of Naruto. It is during the generation of Naruto's son after everyone has graduated from their Genin exam. I haven't kept up with the series beyond the end of the original one, so this one is intended to recapture the feel of that time of Naruto. I will not be incorporating the main show or the Boruto movie's plot into the quest, although some recognizable characters will be present. You play as a 12 year old Chunin named Takeshi. You have been assigned a Jounin squad leader named Hanto, and your two squadmates are Kichiro, a young delinquent, and Ai, a strange social outcast of a girl. You are of average skill in most aspects, although your sharp intelligence, and your jack of trades skill set have brought you far. You're a Chunin of notable talent for your age. You've been training your ass off in your home town.

http://pastebin.com/quPegDLF

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The early morning sun rises above the entrance of the cave of the warband, consisting currently of 6 Members.
>Pa'ash The Mangler
An orc Slasher and favoured chief by Zknar, the god of all that is foul and wretched
>Vira Softroot
The Medicine Orcess of the Warband
>The Orc Shiffer, Snat
Who is currently lurking in the forest spying on Dwarven Merchants deep in the forest
>Blacktooth the Blacktooth
Who is being treated by the Medicine Orcess after losing the trail of blood to Pa'ash and losing the chance to become chief.
>Rakhash the Shaman
One of the two Shamans of the group who has been sent out to the forest to gather Medicinal Herbs for the Medicine Orcess
>And Graz'nuck the Shaman
The second of the Shamans of the Warband who was also send out of the cave to find herbs for the Medicinen Orcess.

Anyone may join at anytime, classes and roles will be listed below. Be as creative as you can!

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>Statistics: https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1p2K_evlFKjbblbSTf3ZSf-0xECyNHEeiQEgyiFdADcw/edit?usp=sharing
>Character: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1F43-0W17qNQ3Q_FwOOQPYw8Rf4HmSCFrEcAv-uOPQD0/edit?usp=sharing
>Tasks: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1agFmzgoNb0jeqd2G9H2voZ5Zm4N6fxPTQXQyt_GY9ec/edit?usp=sharing
>Rolling Rules: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1D6xlxpzfqF_rC2iemL-OGhFkNK4uiy8PZdvjkkdVBPU/edit?usp=sharing
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You wince just as soon as you open your eyes. Your shoulder – the one partly covered by Kantai Steel, rolls uncomfortably against the hard cushion of the bench. It wasn’t built for comfort, but practicality; complaining wouldn’t do much about it. You lean back, feeling it roll again; it wasn’t so much your arm, but the exoskeleton was a lot more out of alignment than you had first assumed prior to taking off back to Yokosuka. The Grand Lieutenant had tried to take a look at it… but upon mentioning that it was your second fit-out, he had for some reason stepped back and decided to leave it to the experts. Namely, for lack of better word, your ever-suffering physician, Akashi.

On your lap, peaceful and serene, the form of Shigure stirs slightly, clutching at your white tee like a security blanket. You grimace as you move her head slightly, seeing a small stain of drool making its mark on the fabric. She had been like this ever since you’d taken off from Ominato. The Grand Lieutenant had been strange in regards to the incident – and even more odd when it had come to the

The Grand Lieutenant had been very strange after the mess on-base, and curiously dismissive of how you had managed to calm down an awakened KanMusu. He’d proceeded to bring you back to the medical unit alongside a quiet and emotionally staggered Shigure to do a few check-ups on the both of you, but otherwise hadn’t so much as threatened to take her away citing regulations or throw the both of you in the brig. You didn’t wish to sound that you weren’t grateful, but the whole affair was treated with such leniency you couldn’t help but feel that The Grand Lieutenant was throwing a blind eye to anything and everything had witnessed on purpose. You hadn’t so much as heard a mention of a –

‘Commander, we’ll be touching down in Yokosuka soon.’

You head snaps upward. That’s right… you were on the helicopter back to Yokosuka now… and looking outside, the sun must have set down hours ago because all you could see was darkness. The co-pilot turns back to his instruments, muttering some jargon as you lean back.

Shigure, oblivious to the world, lets out a loud snort, snuggling into your considerably smaller belly.

‘Commander…’

>Wake Shigure up
>Let her sleep
>Write-In

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You wake up.

You must be pretty fucking inept at existing because you have not woken up where your dumb ass went to sleep.

What the fuck is this place anyway?

>pic unrelated

>Investigate stupid looking furnishings
>look out gay window
>wander down one of these retarded hallways
>write in your own dumb thing

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Previous: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/1099892/
Char Sheet: http://pastebin.com/gccDj2ef
Other chars: http://pastebin.com/0igFQkgf
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Its night, I can't sleep again. I've been hearing things around the edge of the farm recently, past the fences around our land, in the brush and under the trees. It has to be monsters, just like dad said, I don't know what noises a monster would make but what else could it be? I pull on my rough, dirt smelling blanket trying to calm myself down as my older siblings lay around me, snoring despite all the sounds outside our little rickety house. Its shaking again, like some big giant is stomping around outside just waiting to eat us all up. I bite my lip and grip the edge of my blanket. My fingers hurt, but its a blessing, having something to keep me warm at least. More noises, giggling, cackling hiding under the storm raging and roaring just outside the window right next to my head. I just...I just need to close my eyes and go to sleep. This isn't anything, a monster wouldn't just walk up to our house like this. I just need to close my eyes, and ignore it and it'll all go away. Nothing is there....nothing is there besides the wind and rain.

*Tap tap*

Right? I mean if there was something out there it would've broken in already right? Besides papa said that monsters wouldn't

*Tap tap*
W...wouldn't come here. And he wouldn't lie to me would he? Right?
*TAP TAP*
I bite my lip, trying to tug the blanket over my head as the tapping gets louder and louder, faster and faster, right next to my head right outside the window. If ignore it it'll go away and I can sleep and go back to work in the morning and just forget all about this night.

I hear a claw or nail scratching down the side of the window, somehow I can feel it in my bones and on my skin. For a second its all I hear, and then the rain comes back as I shake in cold fear. My skin crawls as I hear that awful noises again, and I clench my teeth. Something is out there and...and I need to see what it is, not knowing what is making that noise is much worse than whatever terrifying monster is looking at me through that cracked window.

I turn slowly, turning over on my side as my heart thumps in my chest like its trying to run out of it. And there in the window, I just see the gnarled old black berry bush, blowing in the wind and rain dripping down the glass.

I sigh, feel my face start to warm up. It really was nothing then...now I feel like an idiot. I sigh and begin to turn back over when the shadows on the glass begin to move.

I breath in, too afraid to make a sound as burning red eyes open up, covered up by long, messy black hair. A pair of pale lips appears as the window fogs up, and two tiny white fangs peek out at me

"Peeeerfect" A wobbly, cruel voice hisses as the monster looks down at me.

cont

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Previous thread >>1091264

Feels, Drik, Aliens, the Hom and Followers of the Sea God will get a +2 bonus to their first roll if they return.

Rules:
You start with 1d4 worth of territory.
Each round you get an additional 1d4 + bonus of territory in the direction you want to expand.
Bonuses are determined by narrative elements.
Expanding into another player's territory erases their territory and replaces it with nothing.
Traveling a sea converts territorial expansion into 2x movement.

To join:
Post the name of your territory.
Post fluff.
Post starting location.
Post your color.

Narrative:
The goal is to create a world with a history of epic battles and empires.
Each round is 5 years.

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PREVIOUSLY ON STARSHIP IDOLS: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=Starship+Idols

How did you end up here?

“You see this?” The massive Queen's many eyes hone in on the round warhead in your hand. You step forward, taking deep breath. Around the Queen are her many Royal Guards, equipped with heavier and more ornate and glimmering armor plates than the standard warrior. And even more workers and lesser Warriors as well. They step away as you walk forward towards her and her two prisoners, apparently ready to be consumed. The massive tunnel space was lit up by the eyes of Arachnids in many holes leading deeper into the nest. And all were on you now. “You know what this is, don't you, you big fat -bitch-.”

The Queen cries out, backing up and away thanks to help of the little Chariot bugs underneath her massive gullet. Her gigantic organic form was hidden beneath two massive armored wings, almost like a beetle shell, while her face resembled that of a mad man's interpretation of an intelligent spider. Dizzy, Dune, and Azuma step up beside you, with the rest of the platoon ready and willing.

Dizzy, with his usual happy-go-lucky flair, says, “She is one ugly motherfucker.”

“Let 'em go,” you say.

The Queen screams out. You raise your weapons, but the response is a surprise. She nudges the two troopers over to you. The two MI troopers crawl on over to you, unmolested and unharmed. One of them breathes heavily. “Thanks,” he says quickly. Dune hands off emergency carbines to the both of them. You ward away the Queen further with your mini-nuke. Stepping alongside you was your Fleet Groundside Liaison, Petty Officer Simms. Once he saw the Queen retreating away, she called it in.

“C2. This is Menace 2-0. We have positive ID on Archie Queen. Moving North-northwest. Have snagger teams ready one klick out.” The platoon started to back up, realizing now that the Queen was moving to safety. And that meant there was nothing stopping the Warriors from rushing you full-on.

And that's precisely what they did. You held onto the mini-nuke and one-handed your MPAR against the wave of plasma and chitin. They charged at you, absorbing shots like a sea crashing against rocks. “Fall back by squads!” you command. The squad in back was the first to move, then the next squad with the prisoners you liberated. As you neared the tunnel entrance from where you came, it came down to just you, Dune, Dizzy, Simms, Azuma, and four others. “Simms! DeWindt! Chow! Go!”

“Peeling!” screams Simms, taking DeWindt and Chow with her. Dune and Azuma fire off a spread of grenades from their Y-Rack. You don't even see the explosions from the massive of bodies, just splatters of bug guts and gore onto your visor. More plasma dings and dents off your armor.

“Alright!” you yell. You arm the mini-nuke for a 30-second countdown on your mark. That should buy you enough time to get to fall back positions. “Azuma! Dizzy! Get-”

[1/2]

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>It is 2075. Magic has returned to the world. Creatures of myth and legend walk and fly the Earth as megacorporations bleed it dry, and fractured nation-states fight over the cooling remains. Bleeding edge science and new age spiritualism clash for the hearts and minds of the metahuman race. The wild places of the world have gotten wilder, the violent places bloodier, and it's shadows even darker.
>Living in the endless cracks in metahuman society's fragile superstructure are shadowrunners; soldiers, rebels, revolutionaries, hackers, terrorists, outlaw mages, tribal warriors, and anyone else who will not or cannot fit into the vicious heirarchy of the Sixth World. Living by their wits and skills, runners make their way as disposable assets and mercenary operatives, trying to live and sometimes even thrive in a world that denies their very existence as valid.

>You are one of them.

>Previous Thread
>https://boards.4chan.org/qst/thread/1088403#top

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Previous Thread: >>1087993

Well, suppose it's time to hop right into the next part of this magical journey. Mods must have shadow-banned my previous thread. Only logical explanation. Anywho, last time we awoke in strange confines, made a friend, took a bath, rode an elevator, and here is where we continue off.

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This will be my last try before saying farewell. The map here shows what my world used to look like a few years before the main events. The planet at that time was much more peaceful, cooler, and humid than the present. No wars will take place here, due to a non-canon story. It is now confirmed as an anime world.

Pick your favorite pre-2010s character, a region, and then share your dream experiences. The catch is, your characters cannot stick around longer than 45 minutes per episode before having to wake up back in their own world, so use their time wisely. Each season lasts 18 episodes; you are free to come up with a title for an episode if you wish.

I will be inactive as OP for a few months due to teeth surgery underway in March, and I did not have any surgery before, so I will part ways with 4chan until I feel better. Have a good time while I am away.

Regions:
New Kanjo (Light Blue)
Old Mitakihara (Gold)
Leaf Canopy (Green)
White Desert (Grey)
Red Sun Mountains (Brown)
Spirit Forest (Dark Red)
Academy City (Magenta)
Prancer Lands (Orange)

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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.

===============

Eleri helps you touch up your formal attire so you're royally presentable rather than just plain charming. It took some time to make things work, but representatives of Duchess Maed and Duke Fiachus will arrive shortly.

"Anything else I need to know before the meeting?"

"Officially, this is just another state visit," Sir Connor says. "Unofficially, the sword didn't work when Duke Ferrid tried it, so the other dukes have decided to play nice instead."

These negotiations are important. You need to get on their good side and gain some allies, but you also need to make it clear that Reagan will the one ruling Olstren with your assistance once the dust has settled. There are some issues that you simply can't budge on.

"Don't forget the reception," Eleri says. "We should welcome our guests properly. It's a shame we don't have the space for a proper ball."

"It would be nice to show off again," you agree, "but we can save that for later."

The delegations will arrive shortly, but their visit isn't so important as to require days of preparation. It mostly depends on the kind of first impression you want to make.

>[Intrigue/Autosuccess] Keep the meeting low-key.
>[Sovereign/1d10] Meet them in your audience chamber.
>[Dilettante/1d10] Put a banquet together.

>You have an active crit on all skills, as well as an active crit on Intrigue which will take precedence if you choose that option.