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The three of you do as you're told, and take seats in the three chairs in front of the General's desk.

"Winry has already met him, but as for you two, this is Major Miles." Armstrong motions to the tanned man wearing goggles. "He is my second up here at Northern Command. He and Buccaneer will be present here during our conversation."

Miles nods at the two of you.

"Now, those Elric brothers were able to slip away without telling me everything I wanted to know." the General goes on. "I don't like it. They said they were just heading after Scar to get information on his transmutation technique, but I don't buy it. As soon as Kimblee and his men came into the picture, I could tell there was something more going on. This time, I'm not dropping the matter until I know the truth."

>A.Begin by introducing yourselves properly

>B.Ask if she knows what's become of the Elric brothers, Scar, or Kimblee

>C.Reveal the entire plot to the General. You can trust her, it's Armstrong's sister

>D.Only reveal certain things (Write-in)

>E.Tell the General that you'd prefer if certain people weren't present for this

>F.Tell her there's nothing going on

>G.Other

>>1049737
>>A.Begin by introducing yourselves properly
>>C.Reveal the entire plot to the General. You can trust her, it's Armstrong's sister
Then,
>>B.Ask if she knows what's become of the Elric brothers, Scar, or Kimblee

>>1049737
>>A.Begin by introducing yourselves properly
>>B.Ask if she knows what's become of the Elric brothers, Scar, or Kimblee
>>C.Reveal the entire plot to the General. You can trust her, it's Armstrong's sister

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Rolled 4 (1d10)

>>1048312
DEUS VULT!

Rolled 6 (1d10)

>>1048312

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Rolled 10 (1d10)

>>1048312
I will roll again so we can fucking move on

>>1046328
>Inspect flower
Then
>Explore surroundings

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>>1046374

You inspect the flower, a delicate thing the likes of which you've never seen before. Apart from the glow and soft sound though it doesn't appear to be drastically different from any other flower, though in some strange way it is comforting to you. To the touch, and held close, but as well for the faint light it gives in the otherwise total darkness.

And so holding onto it, you rise unsteadily to your feet and explore your surroundings. Through the dark it is difficult to see, and though the flower offers some reprieve, it is treacherous going you find, falling over a few times at first to unsteady ground or low roots. Eventually learning a lesson, you have to move slow and with the light source held low to the ground.

>Make a d20 roll.

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>1046427
revving my ones

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Brucarius

+ Large amount of land
+ Magical research
+ Crystal
+ Magitech
- Rebellions
- Resources can dry quickly

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Colony

+ Large amount of resources
+ Magitech
+ Crystal
- Unfamiliar land
- Unfamiliar natives

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Rebels

+ Strange allies
+ Survival abilities
- Hostile land
- Low resources
- Enemy of the empire

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She's managed to do so to the point where her attitude and disdain have become a kind of request for your affections. You're not entirely sure yet if that is actually the case, or if she honestly believes her attitude is not an externalized desire for sexual release. Considering she's lived at least twice as long as she should have if she were in the material plane, you are of the opinion she would have admitted that she enjoys and desires other women by now, at least to herself. Seemingly she hasn't, and now she is aggravating an already annoyed warrior.

The trick is making Kteine lose her temper, as a githyanki should.

“I take it that things did not go as you ha hoped with Falna and Schechei,” you murmur softly leaning closer to the still clothed gish. Sliding your hand up her back, you reach soft skin where the low-necked cloth-of-gold is gathered and sweep down from her shoulders. She stiffens slightly, her muscles tensing under your rather gentle caress. And it is most certainly a caress.

The caress performs its double duty admirably. It makes Kteine uncomfortably aware of how naked you are and how close you are, and it makes Yustuoc snort derisively at the open display of seduction. That makes the girl's shoulders bunch up and her hands clench along her thighs, her expression twitching as she resists the urge to bare her spurs instinctively at the perceived insult.

[] A little more teasing on both parts now.
[] Honestly, actually seduce the pretty githyanki out from under Falna.
[] Ask her to tell you about what happened.
[] Give Yustuoc a warning glance, see if she takes the hint or runs with it.
[] Write in?

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Previous Thread: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/1000966/

Pastebin: http://pastebin.com/5H8tWFRe

Twitter: https://twitter.com/XsQuestmistress

>Akko, like all her kind, has a measure of psychic ability. She will simply use most of these powers without prompting, instinctively, when appropriate. Her spells are another matter.
>She is a high ranking Gish, and may give orders to low ranking Knights; mid-ranked Warriors; high ranking Spellcasters, Skulkers, and Murderers; and any Gish lower ranked than herself.
>Current Cadre:
Yzia: Adult Solar Dragon, lover and companion. She may carry Akko and four others.
Falna: Mid-ranked Warrior (potential antagonism); Class:Slayer, bound by Oath only.
Yashi: High-ranked Illusionist (drama queen and very, very, very old); Class:Illusionist Wizard, Bound by Oath only.
Tzanzi: High-ranked Murderer (damaged legend, old friend); Class:Pureblade Slayer, Bound by Oath and Promise.
Aeuna: Mid-ranked Gish (Yzia's new quarry); Class:Psychic Warrior, bound by Oath, and added a Vow to make her as skilled a gish as you are.
Schechei: Mid-ranked Gish (mated to Falna); Class:Magus, bound by Oath, and due to receive her Silver Sword soon.
Kteine: Mid-ranked Gish (once an ifrit, now your student); Class: Psychic Warrior, and bound to be a problem in one way or another.
>Akko's Current Supreme Leader
Dunzamn, a Lord Knight with a True Silver Sword, heading the Raid of The Aristocracies.

Character Sheet always In Progress: http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1009380

Akko's Spell Book: http://pastebin.com/WjH8UfyY

>>1047892
>[] Ask her to tell you about what happened.
>[] Give Yustuoc a warning glance, see if she takes the hint or runs with it.

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>>1045139

Ol’ Gilly gave her a name before long after that, and though the snow melted in the spring, the child stayed. Until the next winter fell, and the next, until she was a woman grown, the man looked after her, teaching her everything he could while respecting her tendency to catch fire near open flame. A shopkeeper in such a town would need cunning, after all, foresight, self-confidence, and ingenuity. And he hadn’t rescued this girl to leave her to a life of poverty when all was said and done.

No, The Cat and Canary would need a new shop keep someday, and he had done nothing short of his best to sculpt the hands that would carry it onward. That is, until the day finally came for her first test…

--

“Now don’t burn her down while I’m gone,” Gilly chuckles, placing the keys in Felicity’s hand with a huge, gnarled fist.

“Yes sir!” she responds with vigor, tail straightening.

“That’s the spirit! Not that ya need to worry much. Ol’ Gilly’s squirreled away 10,000 alms to keep ya till he’s back. His little girl’s gone and made herself a mage, she has, and Ol’ Gilly’s keen to see it hisself, but if ya budget, ye’ll not be high and dry till four months passed.”

With a laugh and a hug, the old man had then been on his way, huge bag slung over his shoulders and a merry tune on his lips as he’d practically skipped for the stables.

All the while, Felicity’s heart had been skipping to its own number as well. Finally, a chance to put everything she’d learned to work, to prove to Gil that he had made the right decision. She had plenty of money, plenty of reserve stock! She was going to greet her adoptive father with a pile of gold when he came back!

However, the best laid plans of mice and men (and cats) can’t account for the whimsy of nobles, it seems. Not two weeks later, she’d woken to find a note on her door in the flowing script of the local magistrate:

“Attention to all places of business:
In the name of Baroness Morgan and her husband Baron Peasley, it is my duty to inform you that war is imminent upon our land. And in as much as is our duty and yours to…”

Etc. Etc. She hardly read the rest of it as she paced down the lines of needless pageantry. What really mattered was the conclusion.

“-an amount totaling no less than a twentieth-fourth of your previously yearly income, in the case of the Cat and Canary, five thousand gold before month’s end.

Sincerely,

The Local Crier”

And like that, all of her plans had gone up in flames, all because some ponce of a baron had decided to pick a war to the east.

[“It’s okay, Felicity. You can salvage this. All you need to do is accrue some new stock and-“]

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>>1045150

As if in answer to her prayers, the bell on the door rang out a clangorous note, a traveler stepping in in a well-worn cloak before laying out his daily finds for appraisal. An unremarkable sword, a battered shield, a few bent, semiprecious arrows, and a ring.

“I’ll take whatever you’ll offer,” he assured her, perhaps a bit too eagerly. “Ring might be magic; it might not. I just need to get out of town… quickly.”

Twenty gold later, and a pile of trash is hers to own, the gentleman already on his way. Now all she had to do was… when did the ring get on her finger.

> Congratulations! Through the power of the ring, you may now communicate with the quest MC directly.
> Write-in

>>1045166
Hi?
Is this thing on?
Can you hear me?

>>1049974
Hey, Wargle. How you been?
I really do not want to talk to her.

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“You call her a demon- a monster- a “Devourer of Worlds”. What exactly do you mean by that?” you question.

Kaguya Otsutsuki. One of several of species- one that long ago began to subsist themselves off of the fruit of the Tree of Life. Many such places exist- fewer, now. These trees are the source of life- and rarely, these sacred trees produce fruit. For mortal beings, this fruit imparts great power- and is the source of the chakra you humans are able to wield. However, the Otsutsuki were able to induce the creation of these fruits outside of the natural cycle- this abuse eventually drained their home planet of all life except for themselves. Like a plague of locusts, they spread throughout creation, searching for more trees- to gorge on the fruit that sustains them. Kaguya is one of these beings, Tsuki. A parasitic creature that would drain our planet of life to sate her own desires.

“She's from another world? A creature that consumes the life essence of an entire planet to sustain themselves? If I’m being honest… Seiryuu- this all seems a little far fetched to me.” You question.

It doesn’t matter if you believe us or not- She has already consumed the fruit of the Tree of Life once before. As she will readily admit- it is the source of her powers. Why would one such as her come here if that was not her original intention?

“She consumed it to defend herself!” You exclaim.

She would consume the life energy of an entire planet just to defend herself? Sure her residual powers would suffice- especially against humans who could not even utilize chakra.

Suzaku seems intent on driving this point home.

Her reasons do not matter- and more importantly, what will do when her power wanes? Those with power seldom give it up willingly, Tsuki.

These spirits… don’t seem like they are lying. Although the story is very odd, certain points match up with what Kaguya explained- and even before that, what Dr. Kasugi had explained about the tree motifs found across the world in various ancient sites.

The Tree of Life existed- and it doesn’t now.

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“I’d like to talk to her about this. I do not feel that she is some irredeemable monster- and I cannot answer the questions you have brought forward. Only she can.” You declare.

A mistake, Tsuki Norihime! Her reasons do not matter! She has partaken of the planet’s very essence! An action more selfish than should even be conceivable!”

“Byakko- Your counsel was not asked for. I am a neutral party here, and will find the truth for myself. I am not in the business of making blind judgments based on subjective morality.” You chide.

S-Subjective morality! We are speaking of the very planet that sustains your existence! You would ask the demon why it practices evil, as if it’s answer will absolve it of wrongdoing? Absurd! I-

BYAKKO. ENOUGH.

CHILD OF NORIHIME, FIND YOUR TRUTH. RETURN TO US WITH WITH YOUR ANSWER, IF YOU ARE OF THE MIND TO DO SO.

We will be waiting, Tsuki.

Oh. So. Very. Patiently.

……..

You open your eyes. No voices- no angry spirits.

You’ve broken out it a sweat, though- and now you have a headache.

It seems nothing in this world can be simple.....

You grumble, leaning against the wall. Some time ago, Dr. Sofia had run tests on you, extracted blood, and knocked you out. When you had awoken again, you found that you weren’t chained to the wall anymore. In fact, they had moved you to a different room entirely. You wish they would’ve at least let you keep your dress blues, but when you woke up, you were dressed in what looked like light blue scrubs.

You now sit in a dark cell with concrete floors and walls. Earlier, you tried the door, to no avail, and you spent a good deal of time since then pacing around. You’d gotten tired after what felt like hours, so you decided to plant yourself where you currently sit.

Your mind goes back to that dream you had. Was it just a dream, or had you actually spoken to some sort of… Outside entity? You shake your head, shifting your thoughts to your crew. If what Sofia said to you is correct, they’re probably looking all over the city for you, and for an imaginary car that Sofia told them you got into.

You swear to yourself as you think of any possible way to escape. There are no windows in this cell, a single steel door, and a vent on the ceiling with a small light next to it. The ceiling itself is about twelve feet high, likely intentionally out of reach to keep prisoners from even attempting to reach the vent.

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There is a sound of metal sliding across metal behind the door, and it opens slowly to reveal Maria Sofia and her meek-looking assistant, both wearing labcoats. She grins smugly at you as you merely glare at her. You would’ve made a move to attack her by now, but the assistant is carrying a pump shotgun, and she looks nervous enough to use it if you try something.

“I see you’ve adjusted well to your accommodations,” the Doctor says with a giggle. She then gets serious, narrowing her eyes at you. “Stand. Now.” Your eyes go wide as your legs move on their own. Your body moves swiftly, beyond your control, and you find yourself in a standing position. Sofia frowns at you, sighing. “No, no. That won’t do.” She crosses her arms. “You’re a soldier, stand at attention.”

Your body complies again as you snap to attention perfectly. You openly scowl at her as she giggles again. You briefly glance at the assistant, who looks away when your eyes meet. You then look back at Sofia. “So did you come here just to use me as a glorified puppet? Seems like a waste of everyone’s time.”

Sofia’s smile vanishes as she narrows her eyes at you, leaning forward. “Hardly. As much fun as it is to have you play the pet dog, we have much work to do.” She turns around. “Follow. And don’t forget to close the door behind you. We’re heading to the R&D Lab.” She looks back at you with a raised eyebrow. “Oh, and feel free to make conversation. I do enjoy a good chat.”

You begin following her as she and her assistant leave the cell. You close the door behind you, making sure to catch a glimpse of the lock before you return to your position between Sofia and her assistant. It would seem that you still have control of your head, even when she’s commanding your body. The three of you begin walking down a long corridor, which looks the same as the inside of your cell. It is very quiet as you walk with them.

>Attempt to talk to the assistant. Perhaps you can coax her into spilling some secrets about this place.
>Attempt to talk to Dr. Sofia. At the very least, you can throw some insults her way.
>Remain silent.

>>1044739
>Remain silent.

WAKE ME UP

>>1043900 (You)
Okay, I fucked up only slightly.
Aleera now has 500 Candy Canes, meaning she gets Holly Jolly Christmas.
Blacker Baron now has the Antler II and 334 Canes, and loses Holly Jolly Christmas.

>>1043915
Azkeroth runs right into it and fires his Desert Eagles!
The first bullet rocks through Gangbanger A's head!
The second bullet finishes him off!

>>1043918
Blacker Baron uses his Antler II's to unleash terror!
The first horn scratches.
The second horn scratches.
The third horn hits!
The fourth horn misses.
The fifth horn hits, killing Criminal A!

>>1043923
>>1043925
Aleera lunges into Criminal B!
The first horn scratches.
The second horn misses.
The third horn scratches.
The fourth horn hits!

>>1043954 (You)
Glimmer slices Criminal B's left leg, but he's not done yet!

-The City, 11th Street-
Criminal B picks up the M4 Carbine and begins to fire! The four bullets strike Blacker Baron!
Blacker Baron is in absolute peril!

Rolled 7, 1, 2, 11, 15, 2 = 38 (6d20)

>>1044201
>Rip and tear Criminal B.

>>1044201

CAN'T WAKE UP!

> Run for Mary, got to help Baron out on this one.

Rolled 89, 5, 99, 2, 69 = 264 (5d100)

>>1043980

Rollan!

>>1044000

That's an 89.

1 roll per anon.

Rolled 84 (1d100)

>>1043980
Show me yer magic!

>>1054520
>Male
>High elf
>Kaear Jorwatch

>>1054520
>Male
>Nord
>Ajax

>>1054540
this

And we have an ax

>>1043888
"I see a hostile in the manufactory. He will need to be eliminated."

>>1043888

My sprite's the same, I should have the Wylders fur coat on.

>>1043888
"Mmmm. Quarrymill. I take look and see what there."

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>>1043864
>What is this?
It's a skimish, a play-by-post wargame where you control a single unit - in this case, a magical girl.

>What if I want to join?
Choose a name and a trip, read the rules in the OP, create a character and post >Deploy and your character sheet

Rolled 3, 5, 5 = 13 (3d5)

>>1043864
what is the difference between blue and red techniques/methods?

>>1043886
Blue abilities require Ex or charge.

>>1043801
Trip, so you will know it is me in the future.

>>1043801
For clarification, we're pirates.

>>1044699
MY NAME IS LORD TILLAMOOK
I come from a land that forbids worship of multiple gods or any other than "the great one". I was touched by Anomae the god of life and Grimora the goddess of death as they fought over my soul. The event tore my soul in half. Half alive, half dead, but not truly either I see things that would haunt most. I have clerical and necromancy spells. I have two blades one black and one white. One made from a single white scale gifted to me by a dragon monk and one made from the black bars of a cage ment to hold a demon. I am no hero I simply follow other main characters

You are Lieutenant Richter Von Tracht, armor officer of the Archduchy of Strossvald, part time ghost hunter, and part time private investigator. To be true, you had spent a near equal amount of time wearing each cap for the short duration you had been deployed here.

You had recently infiltrated the headquarters of a local imperialist underground movement, called the Dawnseekers, and were initially on a quest to discover the extent of their meddling in local affairs, as well as the various ties to other nations they seemed to have stretching in multiple directions. However, you discovered a distressing development; the Dawnseekers had conscripted your former comrades, a battalion of tankers, to masquerade as themselves, presenting a false enemy for Lord Von Blum’s assault force ready to come here and destroy. The true villains, if this happened, would escape unscathed from the ordeal.

You had been blocked from meeting the commander of the tankers, Lieutenant Colonel Weil. There were hints of some of the captive soldiers working with the Dawnseekers, but you didn’t have a good idea of how deep it went; only that some combination of that with rough treatment and a strategy of dividing the men against each other had resulted in a force that was, for the most part, too weak willed to resist their new masters. Intending to find out from the head honcho, you had tried to meet Weil, only to be denied a meeting. Not deterred, you searched for clues elsewhere, snatching up a captive Dawnseeker who had been in a rush to leave, and breaking into a suspicious room both to search it and to hold an interrogation in.

“You seem to be in quite the hurry?” you say mockingly to the captive you took, a small bookish looking man who looked the least like a soldier out of anybody you had seen of the Dawnseekers. “Care to explain where you’re going?”

“Come on,” the lanky man whined, “Just because I’m not a soldier like the rest of you doesn’t mean I don’t know the plan. We have to get out of here soon!”

“Get out of here soon?” you exaggerate your incredulity, “Is all not that it seems? What do you know about this reason to get out?”

“Of course I do!” He had become well and truly frustrated, at least, to the point he was allowed before Malachi, your tank driver newly turned personal thug, would tighten his grip for a few seconds, “I don’t want to be here when Von Blum smashes and burns everything here and slams everybody in prison! Everybody’s already left except you, me, were I not so rudely interrupted, and that half insane Emrean War fossil Luca the Cutter!” Suddenly he had a realization, “Wait…you are Imperial, right?...your accent, it’s too eastern. Like somebody from near Strosstadt. That’s not something we would have needed to train out.”

You might be able to bluff your way into a more advantageous position. This man, for whatever reason, is under the impression that you are on the same side he is.

>Sure, I’m an agent of the Reich. (Show him the emblem you received as a reward from the Imperial Ambassador)
>Play with him some more. Ask for his proof he’s from the Reich
>No, of course I’m not. Thank you, my loyal toady!
>Other

Also

>Ask more questions
>We’re done here, knock him out and tie him up
>You’re through with him, let him go
---
>twitter is @scheissfunker
>pastebin for previous thread archives is http://pastebin.com/UagT0hnh

>>1047555
>Sure, I’m an agent of the Reich. (Show him the emblem you received as a reward from the Imperial Ambassador)