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During the meal you went on to tell the tale of your encounter with the so called 0 division to Harribel.
She patiently listened to you in the downtime between bites.
Meanwhile Sofia just quietly nibbled on her food while reading a book under the table.
After getting to the end of your story Tia looks at you with a questioning gaze.

"So it never ends."

"Trouble with the Soul Society?
I'm just glad we got this much downtime..."

"No, not that.
It seems like every time we think that all danger has been quelled, all plans have been thwarted a new sect of people shows up.
This is like the tenth organization that's out for blood."

You sigh and look at your wife.
"The world has no shortage of idiots dear.
Best we can do is keep stepping on their necks until the rest learns that crossing us is not a smart thing to do."

Tia finishes off her meal and then cleans her mouth meticulously as to avoid any bits of food getting under her mask.
"Guess our old mentality is not going to die out easily.
Still... being the biggest fish in the pond worked out so far."

"It's not all bad.
For starters the Soul Society seems to be more inclined to work WITH us rather than against us."

"Saving their hide so many times must be paying off."
She glances quickly at Sofia.
"Be careful sweetie.
Don't get any food on your book."

"Right."

You smile at the peaceful scene and feel happy that you can have such a normal meal even after all the things you've been through.
But as you are about to finish off your meal and thank the chef you hear loud knocking on your door.
Sighing your frustration you stand up from your almost completely empty plate and grumble something about murdering someone.

Forcefully you practically tear open the door, not bothering to hide your frustration about having the moment ruined.
"What is it?"
You snap at the Exequias member before you.

The guy must be new, either in the job as a whole or in this sector because he's shaking like a dry leaf in the autumn wind.
"S-s-s-sorry to bother you Sir!
B-b-but Chief Marsh sends a message to you. It's urgent!"

Taking a deep breath you calm your nerves if only to make the guy before you less scared.
"Very well. What does he want?"

"W-we've detected an outsider Sir!"

"Outsider?
Who? Where?"
You ask him, angry once more.

"It's a shinigami Sir!
Unimaginably powerful.... and black."

Your eyes go wide at hearing this.
"Does he wear a pair of goofy sunglasses and has part of his hair shaven?"

"Y-Yes Sir!
...
How did you know?!"

You sigh in exasperation.
Realizing that if it's who you think it is then he must want to talk with you.
Because otherwise he'd be here to "clean up" and he wouldn't be waiting around for that.

>Very well, I'll take a look.
>Where is he located? What did the Exequias do?! Did he do ANYTHING?!
>Tell your boss to keep a close eye on him, if he tries to enter the city just bombard the entire area
>Other? (write-in)

>>1693203
>Very well, I'll take a look.
>Where is he located? What did the Exequias do?! Did he do ANYTHING?!
hi spooky

>>1693203
>>Very well, I'll take a look.
The shit will never end.

That had been something you had set out on this mission mentally unprepared to deal with, although despite the loss of the truck and most of your food supplies, there was no loss of life, so you supposed that you couldn’t have been expected to deal with the situation any better.

Soon after that, while the sun wasn’t visible through the white mist, the hue of day began to change to orange and pink, signaling its coming end. Fortuitously, a mountain village lay on a side path, discovered by your ghostly companion, Emma.

The concept of driving a column of tanks and trucks through a misty mountain road down an illusory path, encountering gigantic crabs, led by a little girl’s ghost would have seemed utterly mad to you not two weeks earlier. It was good that you had turned out to have a special talent for adapting to the unknown, since even stranger things had happened to you than today’s ordeals.

The village didn’t take long to get to, despite being off the road. It overlooked the path from a slight elevation; no sign introduced its name.
“You said you saw nobody here?” you asked Emma, who was floating by you above your m/32 panzer.

“Nope!” Emma chirped. Considering that she was a ball of blue and white flame, one could be forgiven for not assuming that she was a (dead) young woman until she spoke aloud. “Good thing too, since you all look simply ravishing. Like you’d ravish anybody you came across.”

Emma was also a filthy minded potty-mouthed seagull, but you could tolerate certain things when they had a proportional amount of utility.

“Good work,” you ignored Emma’s not so subtle comment on your appearance. You were masquerading as sellsword-bandits, it wasn’t something you could help anyways.

“I try.” Emma said haughtily in return.

The village itself was a collective of stone brick buildings with tiled roofs. While the walls looked appropriate enough, the tiles did not. Presumably they had been imported, as they had a modern edge that clashed harshly with the more rustic and brutal architecture.

The village appeared to go on into the mist, the ground sloping gently down as though at the edge of a shallow bowl. The very edge seemed to have enough room for all of your troops and vehicles, although perhaps it was worth looking further?

>Explore further; best not to be surprised by anything you should have seen coming.
>Secure a small perimeter. It’s not like there should be anybody here, and if there is, it’d be better to not be invasive.
>Other actions?


>Past threads pastebin @ https://pastebin.com/UagT0hnh
>New pastebin for miscellaneous files here: https://pastebin.com/k8yuNeuS
>Miscellaenous files are sparse for now; there's only a map, but I'll fill it out eventually. It will certainly not be required reading: the only things that go in the files are what has been encountered or explained in quest.
>announcements and other shit are @scheissfunker on twitter

>>1689308
>Explore the village with Malachi, Jorgen, Emma and a couple of infantrymen
>Have the rest secure a small perimeter on the edge of the village
>Make sure they know not to try and loot something

You quickly got everybody unloaded and up to speed on your current plans. With it growing dark, you’d rather not risk driving the mountain roads at night, and instead chose to wait for morning to come once more.

“I’m sure it doesn’t need to be said that we aren’t looting anything around here,” you said lowly to your collective officers.

“Some men already poked around a bit,” Captain Honnrieg slouched against an uneven stone brick wall of a hut, “There’s nothing to loot, not right here, at least. These places have been abandoned for some time. The homes are empty as a widow’s bed.”

“…I see.” You processed that metaphor, while also wondering at how Bat Company managed to begin poking around so quickly. “How long do you think?”

“There’s no growth on the walls, hardly dust,” Honnrieg dug around the edges of a door with his foot, “Can’t have been more than a couple of weeks. The people around here took their time leaving, packed up everything in an orderly manner. No signs of a hurry.”

You could only guess that it was because of this place’s proximity to the border. Mountain campaigns were particularly miserable and nasty fighting, and any permanent settlements, even small ones, were vital footholds in terrain that was hostile to mass maneuvers.

“Give me a couple of your men,” you asked Honnrieg, “Can you set up camp here on the edge of the village? I’m going to see what else is here.”
Honnrieg grabbed the first two men who came when he called, which was fine. You weren’t very picky when it came to potential forceful persuaders, and they would balance out the two who were members of your crew. Tough as Malachi and Jorgen were, one pillaged New Nauk and the other thoroughly destroyed it whenever they spoke. Ever mindful of strange occurrences, you decided to bring your resident ghost, as well.

>>1688996
Alright! The new thread is a go! I'm going to have to leave for right now, but leave your choices and they'll be featured in the next morning update!

Rolled 72 (1d100)

>Wolfie
>Listen in
Time for friendship *stars*

>Squid
It's never too late to show your true political self, rolling for enviromental laws

>Harry the sailor
STORIES OF A SHARK MENACE MIGHT BE TRUE. ITS THE JOB OF EVERY SAILOR kinda to investigate such deals.

Rolled 74 (1d100)

>>1689012
Wolf
Befriend necromancer for discount.

Squid
Political stuff that OA said.

Harry
Investigate shark. After a beer.

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Rushing towards the ‘hidden’ big tent here is a lot less sexy and way more difficult than the Justice League or even Nightwing gave you the impression of. You are running through a frantic, maniac crowd desperate as drowned men, hurrying and scurrying to save their own lives in the opposite direction. You swam against the crowd’s current fearing that at any moment that you’d either be swept up in it or arrive too late to stop the Brotherhood from committing a massacre against the Circus of the Strange for whatever reason they ordained or planned. Maybe the world would be better off with Professor Pyg and his gang of ruffians but for some reason it felt wrong for them to be wiped off the face of the Earth, so you ran anyway.


You approach the red and yellow, grinning to be honest despite the severity of the situation. This mission had been a big opportunity to prove yourself from the get go, but now a bigger chance to prove yourself had opened itself up. Hey maybe you’d get yourself a nice fluff piece in a paper down here? Maybe you might be one of the leaders of the team like Starfire or Cyborg? You’re moving on up and doing cool things in the world.

Both as the rest of the Titans’ run up to your side, Elastic Girl coughs loudly over the crowd screaming and crying at the top of the lungs.

“What about the new fish?Terra hasn’t been on an active mission before. And M’gnn hasn’t even been trained to do this yet” Elastic Girl says in a calm monotone voice. Like a professional in much more mundane field asking an industry question about the new interns.

“Hey I was active in Europe before the Titans took me in!” Terra interjects

“I’m not a kid . I’m 49 in your earth years” M’ggn adds.

>A.) Terra and M’gnn you stay here.

>B.) Terra you come, M’gnn you stay here

>C.) Alright let’s go you two.

>>1694136
>>C.) Alright let’s go you two.

>>1694136
>>C.) Alright let’s go you two.

>>1691444
Firstly, we must rebuild after the battle with the Horde, so operations will be moved temporarily to the Utopia Planitia Habitat. Also bump.

>>1691444
More bumps bump bump let us get the session warmed up.

>>1691444
Anyone on?

>>1689771
>The words

>>1689771
>>The words

>>1689771
>The words

>>1689241

It hasn't changed much, to your surprise, but then it's only been nine months. The Chapterhouse was discovered by Grand Master Turtullian almost six centuries ago, and it has been the home of the Order of Tyr ever since. The system's single airless planetoid became the Order's home, and its single massive gas giant the source of much of its fuel. The system's dense asteroid belts have contributed to the growth of the Order, and you have never been more glad to see the massive Lagrange battlestations and the automated defence fleets.

As soon as you get a chance, you send off an abridged report to the Chapterhouse and settle in for the burn. Several hours later you receive a reply- from Grand Master Turtillian, no less.
"It's good to see you home safe, Dauntless. If you need repairs or rearming, proceed to the chapter shipyards. Shipmaster Flavius has something for you. If not, report to the Chapterhouse as soon as possible."
It's not like the Grand Master to be so... laconic. How strange. The worry that abated when you found your home system still safe comes back in full force. Could you have been too late? Have one of your Knight-Brothers been damaged or worse, wiped out?

>Well, you took damage and expended most of your torpedoes. Head straight to the shipyards.
>You took some damage, but you're fine for now. Burn hard for the Chapterhouse itself and report to the Grand Master.

>>1689242

>They're infiltrated! For the Glory of Chapter, LET NONE SURVIVE! FULL BURN, RAMMING SPEED! ALL WEAPONS FULL BARRAGE TO THE FORE!

>>1689242
>>You took some damage, but you're fine for now. Burn hard for the Chapterhouse itself and report to the Grand Master.

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Questions maybe answered in ~1 hours [getting food]

>>1688887
CHECK THEM

It should be noted, that there will be a 4 party cap until 1.0 is formalized. Every new adventurer is registered once they complete their statblock which for the most part is completed straight from the sheet for you.

>>1695657
Wood has been provided by local lumberjack group "Marple Syrop",

Dead thread has been provided by 9000 skeletons

Wouldn't it be nice to find merchant, upgrade ourselves and make us immune to remote control

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>>1695711

>>1693869
>[] Say I'm not going in there, I'm just thinking
>[] Ask Holi if she's alright
>[] Use the orbs (and give me time to make a paste bin if you give them to the other two, may take awhile)
>[] Agree that we have to plan, but we should go back to my room for now
>[] wonder if the miller's would read a letter if I sent one.

Patience...and maybe simplicity, would be the best of the day.

>>1693869
>[] Say I'm not going in there, I'm just thinking
>[] Ask Holi if she's alright
>[] Mess with them a bit
>[] wonder if the miller's would read a letter if I sent one...


And I just wanted to say thanks for running HM. I know I do every thread, but your speech over Twitter made me want to say something. Just know that you are a great GM and a great person, and that you've helped me out of some dark places in my life. And personally, I don't think you failed Da'ta (I'd say the same for One Piece but I didn't keep up with that one), you just need time to bring up the next part to your standards. Now, that's enough blog posting from me, let's sneak into a castle and probably die!

>>1693877
I'm glad I've been able to help. makes me even happier to run

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I also post this quest on Akun if you like to read it that way. I also have map keys and fun extra stuff (planned) in there.
https://fiction.live/stories/Heroes-and-Men/8bPBtqbzBirk87YmB/home

I have a twitter you should follow if you like this:
https://twitter.com/DarjeelingQM

Lastly I apologize for not being able to update much and for this thread being a month later. I was so busy with my new job that I just ended up collapsing in bed every time I got home. I'll repost the updates from the abandoned second thread and post the planned update that I never got to post.

>[x] Identify yourself and get to business

While you would love to mess around and spook the man who just fired off a warning shot, there was a war to fight and you needed to get down to business as soon as possible.

"Captain James Gardner, the man stuck commanding your sorry asses!" you shout back "And your Lieutenant as well!"

The man leans forward to get a better view of you and Flemming. Realizing his mistake, he quickly clambered down from the barn roof and ran to the fence to unlock it for you.

Now that he was closer, you could see more of the rather tall man's features. He was darker skinned and rather tall but on the thin side if you were honest. He had a 5-o'clock shadow and his face and hands were dirty, as if he had been doing some physical labor recently.

He quickly got the fence opened and stepped aside to allow you and Flemming to enter. You considered breaking his balls a little for shooting first (at his superior no less) and asking questions later but decided not to. You were at war here and there were more important things to do.

The sharp intake of breath you heard coming from Flemming's direction indicated that he thought otherwise. Before he could open his mouth, you held your hand out.

"There are more important things to do than yelling at an over vigilant watchman Lieutenant," you said.

Surprisingly, Flemming headed your words. Perhaps he was simply too tired from the march to bother arguing with you.

"Now who might you be?" you ask the soldier.

"Rifleman Miles Lee, sir!" the soldier says.

Well now you have a name to a face.

"Well Rifleman Lee, I could have you punished for your reckless action earlier, but I realize we are fighting a war right now, all our sensors are down and we don't know if the enemy has landed forces on this planet from right under our noses," you say trying to calm him down, seeing how nervous he was "so I'll let this slide this one time. Please be less reckless next time."

"Yes sir, thank you!" Lee says saluting.

"Oh come on now, none of that," you say "I'm a common man, same as you."

Once again, Lee seems embarrassed by his mess up.

"Gardner, while you are a commoner, a certain decorum is expected from an officer, do not become so familiar with the ranks," Flemming pipes up.

You sigh. It seems Flemming has found his voice once again.

"I'll keep it in mind," you say "Now let's meet the rest of this sorry excuse for a company. Could you take us there?"

"Yes sir," Lee says "Follow me."

Lee walks off and you and Flemming follow. Lee leads you to the farmhouse. As you approach it, you hear some yelling from within.

"Anything we should be concerned about?" you ask.

"Ah it's probably nothing," Lee says with resignation.

It mustn't be the first time this has happened. You reach the door and Lee opens it for you. What greets you is a strange sight.

>>1692464
"That rabbit is mine, fair and square little girl!" a burly man who is more hair than person bellows.

"Finders keepers!" a younger voice says.

You look around for the source but have no luck finding it. You lower your line of sight, being clued in by the man mentioning a little girl. Right near your feet is what you assume is the little girl. Dressed in overalls and a flannel shirt, the only hint that the child is female are the girlish pig tails. In her hands, a rabbit leg. Judging from her sticky face and a rabbit leg you see already thrown away, you assume she already ate the other leg.

To the side, you see the other two people in your "company" cheering them on and judging from the money they were holding, likely betting on the outcome of this showdown. One was freckled with short hair, likely even younger than Flemming. The other was the striking image of what you thought of when you pictured an absentminded professor.

"The only thing you'll be finding is a long and unpleasant time out young lady!" the bearlike man said before diving at the girl.

She jumped away with unnatural grace. Now that you look at her longer, you notice that her face is off from a normal human's. The eyes a bit too big, the ears longer, the features longer and more angular. Is she perhaps one of the Sylvians you were here to fight for?

Well you could ponder that later because at the moment, you have a massive man currently heading straight towards you with no way to stop himself with the momentum he had built up.

He bowls right into you and both of you end up outside outside on the dusty ground. The wind is knocked out of your lungs by the large man.

"Oh, what's this then?" the large man says noticing you under him.

He quickly gets up and helps you to your feet, futilely dusting off your uniform.

"Ah well, it would have gotten dirty in the field anyway," he said after seeing that his massive hands were doing a better job knocking the wind out of you than cleaning your uniform.

"Now who might ye be?" he asks.

Flemming stares horrified at this lack of professionalism and the audacity of these mere rank and file soldiers to be so familiar with their commanding officer.

>>1689004

“Now remember, it's very warm today,” Professor Carrington announces at the end of class, “So, ah, so be sure to stay hydrated!”

A general murmur answers her, with the oppressive heat making a proper response impossible. The whole day has been like this, with a heavy blanket of lethargy hanging over the entire city. Just staying awake through your various lessons was enough of a struggle, but actually paying attention? That was asking a little too much. As you're leaving the classroom, a voice calls out your name.

“Hey, Miho!” Ayane calls out, “Got a question for you.” Grabbing you lightly by the arm, she steers you away from the rest of the crowd and continues in a lower voice. “Back when you were talking with the Council of Twelve, they mentioned some super secret project stuff,” she whispers to you, “What did they call it again?”

“Uh, Looking Glass,” you reply, “It's their way of going into the Umbra, to get rid of Intruders before-”

“Nah, not that one,” Ayane shakes her head, “There was something else, wasn't there?”

“Right, I almost forgot,” you snap your fingers as the memory surfaces in your mind, “Project Alice, they called it. Nebiros was involved, although I don't know anything else about it. It was all very vague and secretive, very mysterious. Why do you ask?”

“Project Alice, right. I knew that sounded familiar...” Ayane mutters to herself, “We meeting up at the shrine later? I gotta run home and fetch something, but I reckon you'll want to see it. So yeah, uh, I'll explain later. I want to check something over.” After giving you a friendly slap on the shoulder, Ayane turns and hurries off, leaving you with nothing but unanswered questions.

“What was that all about?” you wonder aloud.

-

You're not the first person to arrive at the shrine. Emi is there already, and the sight of her causes you to laugh in disbelief. The fact that she arrived first isn't surprising – this is her area, after all – it's what she's doing that takes you by surprise. Her sword is stabbed down into the ground, while the girl herself is balancing – rather precariously – on the tip of the handle.

You couldn't even begin to guess why.

“Miho, hey!” she calls out, swaying perilously as she waves to you, “Nice weather we're... gah!” Losing her balance, she tumbles off her perch and lands heavily, sprawled out in an undignified heap. “Aww...” she groans, rubbing her head as she sits up, “But yeah, nice weather we're having, right?”

“Right,” you agree, in a weak voice. Sometimes, it's best not to ask too many questions.

[2/3]

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>>1689005

“Oh yeah, Kasumi was here a while ago. I thought maybe you might have seen her on the way. No? Well, no big deal,” Emi continues, nonchalantly leaning back against her sword, “She wanted to pick something up from her house. I offered to go with her, but she wasn't having any of it. She can be pretty weird at times, huh?”

“I think we all have our moments,” you reply with a smile, “Ayane said she was bringing something as well, so she'll be a little late.”

“Huh. Regular old show and tell here,” the young girl remarks, shielding her eyes against the sun.

“Yeah, uh, I guess you could say that,” you murmur, nodding slowly. With the others absent, this is as good a time as any to mention the first of your numerous issues. “Hey Emi,” you ask, “You seen your brother this morning? How is he?”

“Kaoru? Sure, I saw him. He cooked breakfast for me. I bet you didn't expect it, but he's a pretty good cook when he can be bothered,” she grins fondly, “Course, he gave me a good scolding about last night. I'm too young for that sorta stuff, he says.”

“Well, that's kinda true,” you point out, “Legally speaking, I mean.”

“Bah!” Emi waves away your words, “But yeah. I saw him. He's doing fine – same shit, different day, y'know? Why do you ask?”

>Just curious. Been a while since I've seen him, that's all
>You need to talk to him. Ask him about what happened last night
>Last night, he got hurt pretty bad. I think he's caught up in some kind of trouble, but he won't tell me about it
>Other

>>1689006
>You need to talk to him. Ask him about what happened last night

>>1687661
By Odin's beard what the hell happened? Barechested swordfight on the mouth of a volcano?

Thrane- fledgling vampire lord
Deathbolt lv2: inflict more damage or attack multiple targets
Soul harvest lv2: grab an enemy and pull their soul from their body. Increased effectiveness.
Soul drain lv1- drain the soul from one enemy at range. Difficult against powerful opponents.
Thrall control lv3: control up to 10 thralls without strain.
Leech lv2- grab an enemy and drain their lifeforce to bolster your own. More effective and harder to resist.
Dark master lv1-with the application of a bit of blood and your magical power, control a living thrall with absolute loyalty.
Shapeshift lv2-take on a human appearance. Will dissipate if encountering silver, sunlight or holy idols.
Fleshcrafting Lv1- using your own blood and the living (or unliving) flesh of your minions or prisoners you can mold their bodies into a multitude of roles

Notable mutations-
Vampiric might-much stronger than a normal human.
Lords stature. Your body is massive, conferring bonuses to strength and durability
Bonescale hide-your skin is pebbled with knobs of bone greatly increasing your resistance to slashing weapons.

Minions-
1 Risen- intelligence x2 durability ×1
1 Bonewarden- Durability x5 strength x1
5 Zombies- Durability x1
1 Flying Aberration

>>1687679
Long piece of steel wire stabbed me through my eye while I was hanging up a fan to keep my nephews showpigs cool. Pierced EVERYTHING and hit my retina. They took the lens out the other day and found a massive infection so they put me under again to take my eye out before it spread to my brain.

>>1694840
>Let Morgan do what she wants.

>>1694840
>Offer her a ride.

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>>1694840
>>Let Morgan do what she wants.

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>Day 2 (5 days left until arena match)
You awake just before dawn breaks and commence in your morning prayers. You hadn’t the time yesterday due to the abrupt nature of the call and amidst the day’s events, and your only moment of respite was by the end when you had your evening prayer. The barrack rooms are relatively quiet as you go through your devotions, aside from Lucian’s occasional snore and the rustle of sheets. A few other guardsmen waken throughout your prayers and make their way out into the yard to practise, but you pay them no heed and continue on.

Eventually the instructor bursts through the room, calling up all remaining guards and assembling them out in the field. Much like yesterday, the senior guards all disperse to perform their duties and you and the other four recruits run laps around the yard. However, your pace has decreased since your legs are still aching from yesterday’s exercises and spending the entire day patrolling the city. This fatigue is shared amongst you all and the sun had completely risen by the time you completed your required laps and enter the cantine for breakfast.

“I swear… I’m going to die if we have to keep this up every day.” Lucian complains between bated breaths of air and spoonfuls of porridge.
“Shut up, you’re just preaching to the choir here. If you have to complain go complain to the commander.” Junia replies, munching on her loaf of bread.
“I talked to some of the other guards; you’ll become accustomed to this eventually Julian.” Cornelia, who is also in the process of regaining her breath, adds.
“I agree with Junia, Lucian. Our exhaustion will only increase if we talk focus on it. Let’s finish up our breakfast and let the food work its way through our body.” You comment, although you understand Lucian’s sentiment. Especially so since he hasn’t worked a day in his life before yesterday, the boy was essentially thrown into the deep end in an attempt to teach him maturity. Titus is too absorbed into his meal to respond to your chatter and you all eventually finish your meals and re-enter the field where the instructor leads you to a rack of weapons.

“To become a proper soldier, you’ll need more than basic fitness. The rest of today you will be learning combat skills and how to handle a fight. To start off you’ll all select a weapon of choice and practise handling it.”
Which weapon do you choose to learn?
>Spear
>Sword and shield
>Daggers
>Bow and Arrow

>>1693264
>Spear

we are already pretty good with it.

>>1693308
>Spear

Writing