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Hey guys! Welcome to my civ quest!

I prefer to use the sheet as a rough guideline so bear with me.

First question for our players, what race are we playing?(Subraces are allowed as well)

A. Humans
B. Dwarves(Duergar)
C. Elves(High, Wood, Dark, Frost)
D. Orcs
E. Vampires(Select base race)

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Hey folks. I'm up for a standard civ thread, but I have two prominent ideas otherwise.

>Idea one is playing as a newly emergent race in the laboratories of a now crashed starship, existing in the tunnels of a massive space-hulk. I'd have to ask which race you folks think would fit. Maybe sci-fi style kobolds, Clone/Android Homunculi, Machines left behind on the hulk?

>Idea two is playing as a hive-style race, freshly emergent in the understreets of a fantasy city, expanding through the sewers and the abandoned cellars of forgotten houses?

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You used to be an adventurer. Still are in name and skill. But there was a hollowness in you. It grew when your father died of grey leaf in leaf den and it grew further as your mother left. You were small. Too small.

You were good with knives. You became caravan guard. And then you found some traveling companions. In some short, rapidly passing days, maybe even friends. You killed goblins and orcs and gnolls and have traveled land far and wide. In 20 years you assembled an epic set of armor and a blade that can cut flesh, magic and aether. Eventually your fellow adventurers left you. There was enough gold and wine and women. For you, it was not that these things were never enough. They never mattered. No woman could fill your void, no amount of gold would make you happy and oblivion that wine brought, was not enough.

So you stayed. You did not end yourself, because you were dead many times before, raised by party cleric. Other side offered no respite from hollowness.

Eventually you found a rogue wizard. It was in times, when you were undergoing transformation to a lich. Wizard offered you knowledge – a shard and a map – that will lead you to happiness. He wanted a book, an ancient tome and you provided it to him. Then you killed him.

Your phylactery now resides with a dragon and should he call upon you some day, you will have to answer. But for now, you reside in the outskirts of a large port town, full of taverns, adventurers, sailors and disease. It is here that your search for a secret island that dead wizard promised, continues.

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>Howdy partners. Welcome to CursedQm's GunSlinger Quest. This is a low fantasy, Post-apocalyptic quest where you play as Dermot McCade. Former Caravan guard turned Wasteland Wanderer. Last time we started off by murdering a group of bandit-boys and scalping their leader. We secured work on a caravan and met a mysterious Gun Salesman named Indrigo. We then had a harrowing trip with a cargo of firearms and a eventful trip back. We bounty hunted and murdered some bumpkins and secured our first Major Bounty.

>Last thread
>>1538564

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Yet another microbial deep sea evolution game. Slight twist: This deep sea world exist inside a celestial body with no exposure to starlight, in total darkness.

How to play:
• Open an image of a species in MS Paint, or your editor of choice
• Make one evolutionary change to that species
• Save as .PNG!
• Post your new species in the thread with a description of what evolution you've added and why.
• Adding size increments or names is optional, but would be appreciated.

Notes:
• All creatures are microscopic with no senses unless they evolve otherwise.
• Unless stated explicitly, no species ever goes extinct. Old species can still evolve, even if they're not on the latest "chain"
• Try to make your evolutions gradual and realistic
• Have fun

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> Character Sheet: http://pastebin.com/p1cWKXMd
> Previous Threads: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Arcanum%20Extranimus

You don’t have a goal in mind beyond living up to what she wanted you to be. In the pursuit of that, you might already have become something different than what you once were. The last two days have been the most you’ve studied since your first year, and you haven’t even started with the material of any of your actual courses yet. No—you are buoying your waking mind into a most profound place, not into darkness, but into emptiness, a Pale void in which time and space mean nothing. You forge new mental connections and familiarize yourself with the anchors of an ancient doctrine of Sorcery; your mind is working in ways that it never has before. You wonder what your friends will think.

But then—if they don’t approve of you, then they aren’t really your friends, are they?

You know Kye cares about you – legitimately – but it’s just as well he cares about the party girl, the always-available Roshari noble with too much social mobility for her own good. Likewise, you seem to have earned Davion’s respect, but you don’t know if you can make the image he sees when he looks at you persist without turning to mere deception.

You come to the realization that you’ll just have to decide what’s worth it to you—and when you do, you hurt inside, but you do not cry.

Your dreams are dark and silent as if whatever once troubled your sleep now lies dormant in a dark corner of your mind. Perhaps it’s given up hope entirely.

Your bed is cold when you awaken in the mid-morning. It isn’t biting, but is a bit uncomfortable, as if a chill has propagated upward through the material from the floor beneath.

> Access the Codex or interact with Ophelia’s belongings.
> Seek Dean Varator to discuss advanced placement or private studies.
> Seek out someone you know.
> Study until the early afternoon.

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Alright, because the other one was in sage, this is the new thread for our great scouting into Davenport.

You are Xavier Lewis, a doctor turned soldier that had escaped the undead city of Chicago with his lifelong friend Peyton, and his new Biker friend Andrew. Together, they had looted some stores, "found a gas tanker" and arrived at their new sanctuary, which was a small town by the name of Stronghurst, Illinois. It was ruled by a religious fanatic named Abraham, that had you go into the destroyed town of Burlington to get some books, and blow up a horde in front of a Highschool where you found medicine, a new doctor, and a beautiful helicopter.

That night, you had poisoned the old leader, Abraham, as you had thought his religious ideas were dangerous, and installed General Tristus, a brilliant man with big ideas for this brave new world. Now, you are the General's right hand man, and there is much to do. You are now preparing to head to Davenport to see what became of the Army Base there.

Thread 1 http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/1500742/

Thread 2 http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/1521124/

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The Scooby-Doo villain Quest.

You arrive at the usual time and park your car in the usual place and take the usual path around Funland. It's another day of work.

The noise of the crowd gathered at the museum at the front of the park dies down as you head around the chain-link fence that guards the park proper. There's more than chain guarding the park, security measures only you and a handful of others know about. Invisible laser tripwires, magnetic arresting devices, mutated shrubbery...its enough to catch most trespassers. Most anyway.

No one is allowed past the museum into the actual park. The boss keeps the park running. The lights shine, the rides move, the music boxes play music all like it was on opening day. And she's determined to keep it all exactly like it was on opening day.

Past the gate, past the tea cup ride, past the volcano-kaiju themed roller coaster, into a back door of the haunted house, past the kitchen, turn the grandfather clock in the library to midnight, and then finally, finally the elevator to the labs.

You've thought of talking to the boss about making an easier path to work, maybe something like a submarine picking you up from the beach. But you've thought of talking to the boss about a lot of things and every time you've chickened out. Meekness is in your nature.

You take a seat on the elevator's luxury couch and prepare to select a floor.

Your personal lab is located on the 13 floor right on the seabed. You're nearing a breakthrough on your powered armor...but the boss did tell you that you've been too much a recluse lately. Even by her standards. Maybe you ought to say hi to some of your coworkers around the labs?

>Go directly to work. The boss wants the suit finished ASAP

>Go socialize a little. The boss wants you to have a life. Or something like a life.

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SYSTEM (10:49:22): Connecting to Server...
SYSTEM (10:49:29): Initializing...
SYSTEM (10:51:03): Error: var(leaveServer) Not Found
SYSTEM (10:51:05): Connecting...
SYSTEM (10:51:12): Welcome, <user>!

Years after the return of an unmatched demonic curse, children cried in pain and loss as they were tortured by their captors and piled into groups, simply known as the Factions. The only school in the city, a last beacon of hope in a falling world, was soon overcome by the force of Chaos. In the last line of defense, the deities sent an array of children, known as the Champions of Youth, to reclaim the world and purge the holy land of The One, a divine being of the curse that swallowed the planet whole.
However, in the realm's time of desperate need, the heroes had vanished, and there was nothing left to stop The One from the consumption of all law and control in the world. It had become an eternal god.
It is September 17th, 2031, six years after the prodigal return of Chaos. The bells in your quaint little town ring, signalling the start of the day. As you all shuffle out of your covers and blankets, you look into the mirror. For fourteen years old, you don't look so bad, stud/studette...

SYSTEM (10:01:02): You have been logged off after a period of inactivity. Your game has been saved automatically.

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"This drive is taking forever" is all you can think as the sun sets behind the treeline. Looking out the window you can see a mountain range peaking over the trees. The woods all around the quiet road sure are different from the usual hustle and bustle back up North.

It was really nice of your great uncle to let you stay with him while your parent's worked out the divorce. The two of you haven't talked much all drive. He has been content to listen to his jazz collection and you aren't sure this oldsmobile has a working radio.

You're starting to hope he didn't leave his glasses off when looking at a map earlier. His place may be on the other side of the state, but it isn't like he is in a different one and traffic wasn't even bad on the highway.

A sign reading "Entering Birchland" is the last thing you see before the car enters a tunnel through a hill. With only faint lighting there isn't much to see, so you close your eyes to relax them. But when you open them you aren't sitting in the car anymore.

What you see before you feels familiar. Like you dreamed of it before, but couldn't remember it until now.

>Standing on a hillside overlooking an unknown city engulfed in flames. You need something in there.
>In the middle of a hallway filled with the same blank mask, you can't see an end in either direction
>An underground tomb. Your phone is the only source of light and you can't see a way back, only deeper in.

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Three years ago, the warrior race known as the Saiyans were annexed into Emperor Freeza's armies. Since that day, the Saiyans have acted as the emperor's loyal servents, sent first onto dozens of worlds, exterminating all who oppose Lord Freeza's rule. As mighty conquerors, destroying all who have stood against them, the Saiyans quickly made a name for themselves as some of Freeza's most powerful and loyal subjects.

Welcome to Saiyan Conqueror Quest, currently Age 734 of the "canon" timeline. You the players will be able to influence events throughout the Dragonball/Z timeline and possibly change the course of history, depending on your choices and the will of the dice.

Quest rules:
>10 minute vote times or first vote to 3 wins, any ties decided by my roll
>first 3 rolls only, best of 3
>I hold final say on any decisions; write-ins are allowed if not too meta or game-breaking.

Strap in and let's have some fun.

Last time on Saiyan Conqueror Quest:
Karn, Leyas, Meloka. and Tatsu were sent to the world of Dun on an extermination mission. After butchering some of the locals, Karn nearly met his end at the hands of a temple warrior, until he was saved by Leyas. After a night's rest and an impressive zenkai boost, the Saiyans pushed onwards, crushing all in their path. This led to a final showdown between the Dun-ites' lizard god and Oozaru Karn.
Link here:
SCQ1: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/1531015/
After a delicious victory feast, the Saiyans spent a full week eradicating the remaining natives of Dun, then reentered their pods and made the long five month return trip back to base. As we return to our victorious Saiyan conquerors, they are just now landing back on Freeza Planet 79.

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[synthesizers and horns]

Previously, on Adams and Eve...

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>>Previous threads

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=Dragonball+quest

>>Writeup Pastebin

http://pastebin.com/nzPARvE8

>>Information

This quest, as the title suggests, takes place in the world of Dragon Ball. You're playing as a twenty-seven year old man named Tofoo, and will adventure through the story of the Dragonball series alongside characters such as Goku, Yamcha, Bulma, Tien, and many others. Through your actions, you can make significant changes to the story, and perhaps even become the strongest fighter on Earth.

>Rules

At the end of each update you'll have ten minutes to vote on options. Write-ins are allowed, but I do reserve the right to veto them.

In the event of a draw, the option to receive the next vote wins

Rolls will be used on certain occasions, such as attempting a technique for the first time or attempting something extremely difficult. You will have three rolls, and if one succeeds, you succeed. There are no crits.

Rolls are made AFTER an option wins, not during the voting process

I hope everyone has fun.

>>Current Saga

Red Ribbon Revenge/ Android Saga

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In a dimly lit warehouse, you finally complete your first ritual! The components you painstakingly gathered and paid for disappear with a flash of Arcane energy, before the energy is sucked into the inner ring of the circle.
"I-I did it!" You exclaim, exhilaration is your only sensation as the item you summoned finally shows itself.


//


Okay, so here's how the game works. You play as a fresh Mage. As far as you know, you are the only practitioner of magic in your world. And the only ability you have is a ritual to summon 1 Non-Magical item of less than 11 pounds from a fictional realm. Yes, fictional realm, like a kunai from Naruto, a chest from treasure island, a plasma caster from Predator, Etc. Now, two important choices ahead.

What is your setting? This determines the scope of your powers, how much fiction you have access to, and the difficulty.

>Fantasy- You might be the first mage, but plenty of magical entities exist. Monsters, Dragons, etc.
Low Fiction, High Magic growth, VERY low tech. High difficulty,

>Modern- You live in an urban environment, a town 100,000 strong. Thankfully, your powers don't cause electronics to fail or anything.
Very High Fiction, Low Magic Growth, Medium Tech. Normal Difficulty.

>Sci fi- You learned Magic in transit from the northern Quadrant of the Galaxy to the Southern Quadrant, while working as a Senior Technician. Thankfully, you didn't have to fight off any of Humanity's numerous enemies...
High Fiction, Very Low Magic Growth, Very High Tech. High Difficulty.
>Write in.
What did you summon? Your spell lets you summon 1 non-magical item weighing up to 11 pounds from a fictional realm.
>Write in.


First option with 4 votes wins. Otherwise I will call it when I get tired of waiting.

P.S. I suggest offering a more specific setting in the category you choose.
P.P.S. Dice Rolls, when used, are Best of 3 d 100 + bonuses Vs a DC.

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Previously... Miho Tsukada, the Heavenly Child and the chosen warrior of Sacrifice, reached into the depths of the abyss and made an unexpected ally – if the new god-queen of Dis is truly the ally she claimed to be. Knowledge begets knowledge, and a new secret of the Heavenly Child was soon revealed. Is death really inevitable for one chosen by the Great Virtue of Sacrifice? If so, will it be a good death or a vile one? In the darkness of a Sentinel shrine, new answers may reveal themselves!

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

You have a little experience with AIs. Not as much as Maika, true – although you suspect that few people in Ark City have as much AI experience as she does – but you're no novice. You've spent enough time around them to look past their inhumanity, to shake off the instinctual revulsion of speaking with a soulless machine. In SAE's case, you've even started to see them as more than simple machines.

When you hear that grating, obviously synthesised tone, however, your experience suddenly deserts you. All the fear and uncertainty, the disgust and unease, comes rushing back in at the sound of that inhuman voice.

And yet, when it repeats that simple order, a command for you to approach, you are helpless to resist. Approaching the church altar, you brush back the curtains and...

Then you gasp, fighting back the urge to turn tail and flee from the church.