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First Thread: http://boards.4chan.org/qst/thread/1567952#bottom
Second Thread: >>1607584
Discord: https://discord.gg/geJu9W8

If anons are wondering why my threads are short, I'm practically living off Dr. Pepper, Redbull, and Carouna or whatever craft beer or some shit and haven't slept in 48 hours, so yeah.

Also, slightly drunk.

Now anons...

Danhe's sister has done fucking great at SETTING WOLVES AND SHIT ON FIRE BECAUSE FUCK ANIMALS, and now her sister's somehow has survived third degree burns!

Which is to be fairly honest, mostly impossible! But I'm not fucking arguing with dice!

Danhe is now known as Danhe the Scorched, and cannot physically feel pain!

Now anons, here's a IMPORTANT QUESTION!?!

Do anons want Balgruff to seize power from Danhe the Scorched, or go back to playing as the stronk warrior barbarian?

>Go back to the stronk warrior barbarian! (More authority and more warlike!)
>Remain as Balgruff! (Less authority, and more pacifist)

Also, Danhe has leveled up from surviving her traumatic injuries!

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Early on, people all over the world in seemingly random patterns stopped being able to sleep, or slept and never woke up. You closed the bunker door early- you saw the signs and you knew what would happen. Your tentative connection with the outside world let you watch as everything fell apart. Nuclear power plants fell into disrepair and tainted the landscape with radiation. The living ate the dead, and clawed at the thick tungsten doors keeping you safe inside your vault. Years have passed. How many, you don't know. But the vault is falling apart, now, and it will soon be time to exit.
You need to leave sometimes soon. It is the autumn of year 10. Will you leave now, in the autumn, will you leave in the winter, wait till the spring, stay until summer, stay an entire year making preparations? Stay longer? You can re-seal the bunker if you decide to return, but it's quickly falling apart. Too much repair for one person to handle.

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Previous Thread: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/1621913/

Character Sheet: https://pastebin.com/FH1xyUXp

Though he is the Lord of High Hermitage, you can count on a single hand the number of times that Darkstar has ever stayed there for longer than a month. Though occasionally visiting his home of birth Gerold has spent his teenage years and early adulthood among the various courts and castles throughout Dorne. As the personal squire of Lord Arron of Starfall, Gerold learned both the ways of war as a knight and how to govern land as a landed noble. Upon receiving his knighthood your brother continued to travel from one castle to the next, enjoying the hospitality of lords and seeking his adventure. With how quiet and remote High Hermitage is you cannot blame your brother for being away so often, and a small part of you envies his free-spirited nature.

On the occasions he does visit, however, Darkstar kept careful watch over how you developed as a person over the years. Others often describe Darkstar as both charming and cruel, unpredictable and self-absorbed, but as his brother you know a different side to him.

What is your relationship with Gerold Dayne like?

>Close. The sole members of your cadet branch, Gerold keeps in constant contact through letters and visits you often

>Indifferent. Darkstar's travels keep him far from High Hermitage and you are content with being little more than strangers

>Strained. Your brother blames you for your mother's death and ignores your existence

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The year is somewhere around 230BC, and the glorious empire of Megas Alexandros is long dead, rotten and decomposed like the body of the great conqueror himself. Men who had once sworn undying loyalty have taken the opportunity to make sweeping claims to authority in his stead, of course meeting opposition from those who would also be king. Petty rulers have sprouted up in all corners, and war ravages half the known world.

The place is the thriving Greek kingdom of Baktria, located in modern-day Afghanistan, on the banks of the river Oxus. It is an ancient place, with ancient peoples, ruled by Greeks who were sent there by force or by the promise of riches beyond their wildest dreams. For some, those promises came true. The native Bactrians have been Hellenized over the many years, but native Greeks, as always, look upon others with suspicion.

Baktria is sandwiched between the massive and powerful Mauryan Empire to the East, in darkest India, the hordes of the great steppes of the Saka and Yuezhi to the North, and the Seleucid Empire to the West, the most powerful of Alexander's successors. They are ruled by a haughty and cruel house that has created a cult around their founder, Seleucus Nikator, who is worshipped as a god.

The land is culturally and religiously mixed, with Greek, Persian, and Indian languages, gods, and ways of warfare all blending to form something not found anywhere else in the world.

Wake up, son of Baktria. Your adventure begins.

You find yourself in a small hut made of clay and wood, with the sun streaming through a window set a little too close to the ceiling.

There seems to be a ruckus outside, as some men are shouting and the sound of horses grows in the street. Before you leave to find out what's going on, you should make sure you are ready to begin.

What is your name?

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You tell her that it's a female, and after a bit of deliberation decide to go for the standard binding. Professor Whitedale gives a smile and a nod, and ushers you into a room that's connected to her office. Inside, you see a large magical circle.
“Just put her in the middle, the runes will calm her and make sure she doesn't run away.”
You do as you are told and step back as she prepares the ritual, taking some blood from you that she uses together with some other exotic reagents. Once everything is in place, she takes her place in a rune-free part of the circle, and you in another one. She starts chanting and the circles start glowing, the ones between you and the young manticore being the brightest. You feel the spell take hold, which is distinctly uncomfortable, while the pup just looks around in a sort of dazed curiosity.

Suddenly the runes around the young beast erupt in light that arcs over to the ones around your position, and you can slightly feel the presence of another mind. The effect ebbs off with the light, and Whitedale slumps a bit as the ritual takes its toll in energy. As soon as the magically induced calm ends, the manticore runs over to you excitedly, nuzzling against your leg until you give a soft giggle and scratch it behind its ear, eliciting a low purr.

“So,” you hear from behind you and turn to face the professor. “That's that, she'll be loyal to the death now, and pretty clever to boot. Don't forget to milk her venom regularly, Professor Grolash is gonna love you.” she says and gives a smile, before promptly returning to her desk and lazing about. “Now get outta my office, I've got stuff to do. Like procrastinating.” You turn to go, but just as you're about to shut the door, she speaks up again.
“By the way, what're you gonna name her?”

>Manticore names?

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I am a warrior seeking peace and an end to bloodshed. I’m on pilgrimage to the Temple to No Gods in the distant City of Gulls. My pilgrimage has brought me to The Jungle of Bones, inhabited by supernatural creatures hungry for human flesh. My goal is to pass safely through and continue my pilgrimage.
You, my friends online, play the world. Your goal is to see me to my doom, instead of safely on my way. You’re not fully in control of the events, though, so you might not be able to do it.
The rules:
>Only directly answer my questions.
>If you don’t already know the answer, make something up.
>Keep your answers short.
>If your answer’s disruptive, I’m allowed to ignore it.
>Otherwise, I have to go with the first answer someone gives.
>Only certain posters may be able to answer if i need more information. I will either reply to who I'm asking or say "anyone may answer"

My character is slightly taller than normal but very nimble. I have an average build and strong arms. I'm wearing a leather doublet armored with chainmail between the layers on my chest, back, and forearms. I'm equiped with a long dagger under my shirt and instincts honed by a life of violence. I've been walking through the jungle for about 2 hours. there has been signs of humans before me, mostly in the form of rotted away corpses. The foliage has been getting thicker recently but I think I'm nearing a clearing. Something warns me of approaching danger. What warns me?

Anyone may answer

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It was the year 2571, and everything was silent. An old mining prospector had just finished the job of scooping up the atmosphere of Jupiter for Helium 3, and was carrying its cargo out along the interplanetary transport system to Mars. The company who owned the mining ship was the Zeta Caravan, and they were affiliated with the Martian Covenant.

Suddenly, the calm peace was shattered. A laser zipped through from the void. Cloaked in darkness, the stealth warship was not seen until it was too late, and the mining vessel was blown to smithereens, the vacuum of space consuming the screams of the dying crew.

Now decloaked, the dreaded Eagle symbol could be seen on the side of the ship. It was the Imerrisan privateers - their mission, to plunder as much wealth as they could. Much needed fuel supplies were cut down to a trickle from the frozen Outer System, choking the Inner Sol System in the Imerrisan Commonwealth’s war of attrition against the Tellusian Alliance, of which the Martian Covenant was a member, along with the United Nations of Earth, the Principality of Venus, and their vassals in the asteroid belt between Mars and Jupiter.

As the Imerrisans were put at a disadvantage when it came to sheer firepower, early on in the war they were severely overpowered in the Inner System when they went on the offensive. However, cloaking technology was soon developed, and as the Immerisans were the only ones who had discovered it, they switched to a defensive strategy in the Outer System, turning the tide of the war.

However, this fortune depended on the neutrality of the Jovian Lunar Republics, the Confederacy of Saturn, the Holy Neptunian Empire, and most of all, the disparate micronations that were among the unaligned sectors of the asteroid belt, as well as those who neighbored the Commonwealth in the Kuiper Belt and the Oort Cloud.

But enough boring history. Let us get back to the subject at hand.

Who might you be, dear players?

The Scavenger: You're one of the last surviving Martian crew members, hurtling through space in an emergency escape shuttle. You need to find a place to shelter and gather up more fuel, or you will die in vain on your journey to the Inner Sol System.
The Soldier: Once nothing but a hick farmer boy, you now work on the Imerissan privateer vessel, and you’re an awful long way from your asteroid home in the Kuiper belt. You don't see much action, but there is room for a promotion, if you prove yourself.
The Merchant: You're a mining tycoon living on Ganymede, pulling your hair out over your sharp losses in profits due to the constant plague of piracy. If you don’t do something about this soon, your business will go bankrupt, and your entire life’s work will be for nothing.

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Welcome to Captured Quest!
The main objective is to return home and if possible, get any useful information that could help your kingdom win against these invaders.
Or Not
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Ah, Yes

Artelan.

The kingdom where you were born in, great history and tales to be told but that will have to wait for later, right now we'll focus on you.

You were born many decades after the continent was unified and the lesser races drove into the deep forests, sure, your ancestors weren't the kindest and you humans haven't changed much but you've managed to keep the kingdom somewhat stable since the unification, however under what circle of people you were born in is up to you:

(These will affect the few stats regarding your closeness to the Kingdom and hatred towards the invaders)
From less patriotic to the most patriotic
>Peasant/Commoner
>Lesser Nobility
>Higher Nobility
And if you desire the added difficulty
>Maybe even royalty

And lets not forget about your gender, and name if you desire.
>Male
>Female
>Default name
>Write In

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Welcome to the second thread for SRD quest!

Previous thread, as it's still up >>1617183
New Twitter: https://twitter.com/HandlerQuests

In the last thread, not that much happened. Special Agent Micheal Angier, his lamia roommate and best friend Jess, and an Unlucky and Unnamed Bastard were introduced. Michael Angier was transferred to the FBI's Supernatural Response Department. The Unnamed Bastard survived his would-be execution at the hands of the Los Zetas Cartel and escaped to Slab City to plan his next move.

You wake up to the sound of your phone’s alarm. You’re still on the sofa, and Jess is still asleep, curled up with the blanket over herself. You check your phone and see that it’s six in the morning. You’ve got about an hour-and-a-half before you need to get ready for work. Now you would usually be getting your things ready, like your suit and such, but you were so anxious that you got most of it ready the night before. As you lie there, you think about what you can do until it’s time for you to head there...

>Make some breakfast
>Watch the morning news
>Leave for work early
>Write in!

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> Friday, September 4th, 2015

SITUATION: http://pastebin.com/ziMsX6th
MECHANICS: http://pastebin.com/49M2eE8Z
THE RULES: http://pastebin.com/BEsprkBZ
THE TANK: http://pastebin.com/sJsgig6B
THE DIVISIONS: http://pastebin.com/xCQZAdqU
THE SHOP: http://pastebin.com/v6xeDRXj
DANON’S THE TEAM: http://pastebin.com/bUU2v0z8

FleetFest was starting to come to a close. Which meant that for the most part, the only thing on everyone’s mind was the FleetFest Final Ball. It was just more or a less dance as far as you’re aware. You’ll have to read up on the particular traditions and what not of NATO later. For now though, it was the last time you would ever actually awake inside the hangar. Because everyone was both packing up the tents but also talking about what to wear at the dance, who they were bringing, yadda yadda.

Winona smiles at Iris, who takes a sip of her morning tea as the two talk. “So, Iris. Who are you taking to the ball tonight?”

“The only boy in my life,” says Iris. She pats her Churchill tank, James. “I received my invitations for a tryst from other boys, even several girls. But for the most part, I wish to keep tonight strictly platonic.”

“I see.” Stack walks over, folding her arms. “Got a dress and everything?”

“Handmade, yes,” says Iris. “A lady must know the particulars of dressmaking after all.” She takes another sip, then looks at you as you approach. “Ah, Elodie. I had heard you have a date for tonight, in fact.”

“Don’t remind me,” you mutter.

> Head to work for now.
> Take a vacation day (VACATION DAYS: 2)
> Other

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In the beginning, there was light...

And upon these light that God create the angels and thus the First Kingdom ,Heaven, was establish. The First Kingdom prosper under the guidance of God Himself and He was satisfied

But God had other plans and from earth and dust,He created Man in his own Image. The seed of curiosity was planted as Man was formed. Fragile and imperfect, some of the Angels questioned their existence and ask God for Purpose.

And so God gather the Sons of Light and ask them to bow to Man but some refuse. Those who bow loses their Free Will while those who refuse was cast down into another dimension of Dark and Fire, forever locked away from their birthplace. Thus the Second Kingdom,Hell, was Born.

Humans was allowed to stay in the First Kingdom until God noticed how they are easily influenced by the Fallen and so God encased them in flesh and blood then cast them down onto Earth, where they wandered until their flesh prison withered into dust and ashes. Thus the Third Kingdom was born

The three Kingdom grew but only the Third Kingdom was allowed to create life. Both Heaven and Hell noticed the importance of this source of manpower and so they began to directly spread their influence on earth, causing war an disasters. The power of Angel and Fallen was catastrophic that it almost raze all human life. This was known as the Great Flood.

With a heavy sigh,God finally interfered and the Truce of the Third kingdom was made with 7 seals formed. Encasing the Third Kingdom with Rules and Truth, they can never directly interfered with humans anymore. Even God Himself.

But Rules have loopholes and Truth is just another perspective as Angels and Fallen can forcefully enter the human reality. God,already weakened, interfered once more and brand 12 people with the Truce of the Third Kingdom. Those 12 disciples have the power to expel those who disturbed the fragile peace.

The peacekeepers are known as the Balancer and you are not one of them...not yet.

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Room for a new player who wants to play a Revolutionary Chinese Republic in space

The war was a tragedy. The war should have never happened. The war was inevitable. It's been four years since the Citadel Corporations fought the Monarchists, and everyone lost. There is no central authority, only a thousand factions vying for power. Choose your side, manage your resources, and claim your place in the vacuum of power and space.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yRvVyMuWbpM

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"Good Morning... Uh... There appears to be no identification on you... You mind introducing yourself?" A man in a lab coat asks.

Your vision was blurred, and so was your memories. You tried to remember who you were, but all that's left in your mind was the stuff they taught at any ordinary school. At least, you think you were taught at an ordinary school.

"C'mon kiddy! I don't have all day! Think of this as if you were introducing yourself to a nice girl." He snaps.

Yeesh. At this point, your 20 year old self tells you that it doesn't matter what you tell him. So, you decide that you are Drake Gibson, some guy who worked somewhere before being thrown into this facility for SCIENCE! Or something.

"Unenthusiastic, I see. Well, if you will follow me to the operation chambers..." He responds, with his attitude changing.

Everything that happened after could only be remembered in messy fragments. One moment a memory would be about some kind of painful surgery applied to someplace, when the next would weirdly cut to (what one would describe as) a low budget attempt at making an occult scene in horror movies.

These fleeting moments have then lead up to now: You standing in the middle of a ruined town, with a vague memory of being shot at with a companion.

GOOD MORNING DRAKE

Shit, that voice startled you. Now, I know what you're thinking. You aren't possessed. Well, technically you aren't. Oh and, yes, I am another voice in your head.

Let me explain myself first, and then I'll help you on your quest. Deal?

>Respond with yes or no

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Previously... Miho Tsukada, the Heavenly Child met with the Gravetender, a successful magical girl from the United States of America. While she remained aloof, the Gravetender promised to offer what aid she could. The offer of aid came at a good time, with new revelations shaking the group to its core. With the Pariah's father revealed as a member of the Council of Twelve, and treachery looming, will the group pull together or turn on each other?

>Twitter: https://twitter.com/MolochQM
>Previous thread: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Heavenly%20Child%20Quest

You've got to admit, things have gone somewhat downhill of late.

Upon returning to the real world from Dis, Zakuro's city in the Umbra, your group found itself paralysed with indecision and unease. Those last warnings – treachery, and the unknown workings of the native gods – haunted you. Could they have been accurate, or were they part of some larger game? Try as you might, you can't see how Zakuro would profit by leading you astray – but what if she was no longer working with human logic? Senseless spite can be a powerful motivation.

As much as you wanted to discuss it, the rest of the group had other ideas. Nobody quite seemed willing to look each other in the eye. Offering various excuses, they had split off and retreated, leaving you to your fruitless speculation. In the end, you gave up and returned home. The rest of the week crawled past in much the same way, with barely a single conversation passing between you.

Then Sunday came, and so too did your shift at the maid cafe. There, at least, Emi wouldn't be able to avoid you.

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Welcome one and all to the second issue of Super Symbiote Quest! We'll be continuing where we left off last time, having named our symbiote Golden Scarab!

Here's our last thread; http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/1604914/

Social link pastebin and pastebin for Solomon in MCQ will be up later this week.

Be sure to follow me on twitter @TrueBelieverQM

Powers in the next post!