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Last time, on Fire Emblem: Blazing Quest, we:

>Woke up in a hut belonging to the Sacaen woman Lyn.
>Fought some bandits with Lyn and decided to take her with us traveling.
>Met Kent and Sain, Caelin knights in the city of Bulgar who were looking for Lyn.
>Learned that Lyn's full name is Lyndis, and that she is the granddaughter of Marquess Caelin.
>Rescued Lyn from kidnappers hired by Marquess Santoruz, for unknown purposes.
>Took a short detour to the Mani Katti's shrine, where we learned that the sword had been stolen and a local women's children had been taken.
>Embarked with a vow to bring them back, and sieged the fort of Glass, the man who took the Mani Katti.
>Decimated Glass's bandits and then Glass himself.
>Played as the archer Wil for a bit, and, with the help of the Pegasus Knight Florina, the local armory owner Flynn, and savage comebacks, defeated Migal of the Ganelon bandits.
>Met Wil and his group, as well as Natalie, a young woman looking for her husband.
>Provided the night's refuge for the four from the Ganelon bandits who are persuing them.

And now:
>At the front of the fort is Sain, lance held high, gaurding the fort with at least 40 men in front of him, with two at the front.
>One of them holds out a crude drawing of a man with a bow.
>"Have you seen this man?"

A. "No, I haven't."

B. "Yes, I have."

C. Other.

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There's a unusual traveler on the overgrown back-roads tonight. Usually, wagons and carts never come this way through the woods. This road is rough, the path is marked with cobwebs and night-spiders, and most of it can only be navigated by careful observation as the forest struggles to reclaim what was taken from it. The idea that anyone would travel here after the moon has retired from the night sky is ludicrous.
Yet, here's a company of travelers who travel in a carriage painted as black as a casket. They have dared to make the attempt at the height of darkness with not a single guide or guard in sight to escort them.

Then there's you. You stand on the edge of the woods and try to focus your eyes on the shadowy vagrants as their transport slowly rolls along the bumpy path. There's someone inside you need to talk to, and you suspect that they do not feel the same way in return.
You are Wihikayda, or otherwise mostly known as 'Kayda'. You are totally not out in the woods in the middle of the night to knock over a carriage and kidnap someone. That's what bad guys do, and you suspect you're on thin ice as it is with your host country, Biscotti. You're on the good side, but that may not be very obvious given the nature of what you're about to do.

You have a very good reason for it, though!
Your summoner, friend, and ruler: Greta di Konditorei, has been suffering from her country turning against her. Her own relatives attempted to remove her from power, and she now lives in exile within Biscotti until the time comes in which she can return. If that time ever comes, that is.

To make up for this, you've been trying the best you can to keep her out of the politics surrounding her country's overthrow. It always seems to find her in one way or another. Tonight, it has managed to find its way back in the form of a detachment still loyal to the traitor king.

Within the hour, you hope to resolve this mess. All you have to do is find where this detachment is keeping a hostage, and then you can tear them into fluff. You already have an idea of who you want to start with.

The carriage rolls past, dimly lit by the single torch that the coach-driver is holding. In your mind, torches and fires shine as bright as day when you concentrate on them. You can vaguely feel the presence of several people inside of the carriage who seem to be talking about something. There's a lantern lit on the inside, and you can sense one of them smoking from a pipe. You have a good idea where you want to put that pipe, but you have to question them first. Question them on where to find Odelle.

>Put on masks and rob the carriage the old-fashioned way.
>Knock the carriage over, no, as in literally kick it over.
>Just puffball everyone and try to figure out who the messenger is afterwards.
>Calmly approach the carriage, tell them your intentions
>Attempt to stealthfully hijack the carriage by taking out the driver.
>Other?

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"You might be a smart girl, but you aren't a lucky one"

You play as Delilah, an unfortunate young girl going through tough times.

Right now, we are currently playing as Lawrence!
=Links and Information=
Archives:

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=aCowboyNamedSue

Thanks to an anon, here is the pastebin of just the text. With threads purposely being misarchived, this should be available and accessible instead:
Melancholic Quest Collection 1 (1-4): http://pastebin.com/hTK0fQmd
Melancholic Quest Collection 2: http://pastebin.com/cX4HC6Q9
Melancholic Quest Collection 3: http://pastebin.com/sTuR8xJv
Melancholic Quest Collection 4: http://pastebin.com/RPwa7nEt
Melancholic Quest Collection 5: http://pastebin.com/DJ71TtFc
Melancholic Quest Collection 6: http://pastebin.com/xxCdZfx6
Melancholic Quest Collection 7: http://pastebin.com/7skcyeX0

Quick Glance (SPOILERS) The quick Who is Who and what Delilah has. Mostly accurate.:

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1wXNWJdAKuqw-btrHDbvSkN5Gj3QhdY28XNKRUXMLHu0/edit#heading=h.8xfgre7nxqty

Twitter; @Cowboy_Sue
Discord; https://discord.gg/8CCdcQ3 <--updated to be working
Chat room with me and other players. I answer questions, post sketches, and act cheeky.

Previous Thread:
>We've finally made it to grandma's!

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"What's goin on?"
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/1497329/

Last thread, Roomba talks and talks and talks and talks. Nobody dies. Nothing explodes.
She talks with a depressed hornmother, a weird CEO, an Arma that comes and goes, a
ginger with memory-wipe skills, and a loud nitrolich.

And, no. Nothing bad happens.

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"AND THAT'S WHY I EAT FROM THE TRASH," Heather states, sad. "YOUR
TURN."

Yet you raise a hand. "I have some questions... What did you mean by
awakened? That sounds kind of like being born or growing up, but Nitroliches always
were, right?"

"We go to sleep when we run out of fuel," Heather says, "just like a computer when you
turn it off." Her eyes stray from yours, suddenly wandering towards the ceiling. "It's
like someone made too many of us."

"Then there are sleeping nitroliches out there," the hornmother points out, "while no
one knows how to turn them on." She pauses as well and, like Heather, looks at the
ceiling. "Sounds a lot like Fakes to me. How come you talk our same language?"

"Beats me," Heather shrugs widely. She looks at you intently, and you flinch a bit when she
squints. "Fakes can run on sunlight and are cheap to repair. It's not fair!"

"What do you need to live on, then?" the hornmother asks.

Heather is about to smile, but then looks down dejectedly. "Motivation."

"Fuck, me too," the hornmother says, then crouches for another bottle of beer. She
pours it in two glasses, one for her and one for Heather. "It's on the house. Cheers."

"CHEERS!" In a rush of joy, Heather smashes the hornmother's glass with hers,
bathing the little himehorn in beer while she downs the whole thing at once. The
hornmother pouts slightly, only to drink her own beer silently.

Hmm...

>Any other question?
>Should I tell her my story?
>Or just take the chance and slip by?

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>Lvl: 2
>Str: 1
>Dex: 1
>Int: 0
>Con: 1
>Cha: 1
>Wis: 0

>Hp: 12+1

>Corruption 0/??

Powers:
>Shape change: Gain the power to change your hands into crude weapons or tools, such as clubs, blades, or hammers Weapons cannot be larger than a single handed equivalent. When used, Roll Will+0 to resist the darkness.


You stare upon a burning city, concrete and glass littering the streets. A sea of black metal and red eyes poor into the streets, crushing any defense that was brought before it. The skies were red and filled with smoke, but cutting through it was a lengthening streak of three colors: Blue, Green, and Red.

A deep cackle was heard, and you turn to look at its source. A massive black form loomed over the city, its eyes aflame figuratively with glee, and literally upon its brow. The streak flew towards the monster, towards what could only be Aku, and were then smacked aside, scattering the three colors in different directions.

The laughter returned, mocking in tone as the Shogun of sorrow tore a building from the earth and tossed it casually towards where you stood. Before impact, you saw the colors reemerge, and rocket towards Aku from three directions.

You wake up in your bed.

Your arm is wrapped in bandaging, a numbness emanating from the wound. Looking around, manage to see Sir Oswald sleeping in a chair next to your bed. This, along with the lack of natural light pouring into your room made the fact it was night easy to deduce.

You sit up, pulling the covers from your body only to freeze when you see your hands. What had once been grey flesh had darkened, your hands and forearms now near black in color, and your fingertips having sharpened into points.

They look like the monsters hands from your dream, like Aku’s…

>What do?

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Rolled 19 (1d100)

This time we finally got off the ship and went to see how our new employees were holding up. Only to accidentally instigate a fight between your employees and the contractors you hired to do some upgrades.

There you stand staring blankly while an excited bot compliments you upon your skills.

Welcome back to Cape and Colony Quest. Where despite being a charisma hero you still manage to fuck up social situations. Imagine how bad it would be if you weren't a charisma hero...

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>Statistics: https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1p2K_evlFKjbblbSTf3ZSf-0xECyNHEeiQEgyiFdADcw/edit?usp=sharing
>Character: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1F43-0W17qNQ3Q_FwOOQPYw8Rf4HmSCFrEcAv-uOPQD0/edit?usp=sharing
>Tasks: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1agFmzgoNb0jeqd2G9H2voZ5Zm4N6fxPTQXQyt_GY9ec/edit?usp=sharing
>Rolling Rules: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1D6xlxpzfqF_rC2iemL-OGhFkNK4uiy8PZdvjkkdVBPU/edit?usp=sharing
>Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=shipgirl+commander
>Twitter: https://twitter.com/DiceToTableTop

‘How’s your training with Samidare been coming along?’

Shigure’s expression keeps its reluctant front.

‘She’s… progressing.’

You frown, cocking your head. Shigure had always been to the point in your month-and-a-half span as her Commander, at least that was what she had been with you whenever she didn’t intentionally divert the topic with all the subtlety of a speeding truck. This time, however, you could make out the lines of what could have been a ghost of a grimace—or a smile, really, seeing as it was Shigure, after all—as the words settled … and if nothing else, that at least gave you a little bit of wiggle room to try and pry a little bit more.

In the most professional sense, of course—you were still her superior, and any improvement or stagnation on Samidare’s part after you’d pretty much handed that particular task to her was something that you were still responsible for checking on once in a while.

‘Just that?’

‘It’s not easy to gauge improvement based on situations where the environment is in total control of the participants,’ she answers, quick and to-the-point. ‘The Vice-Admiral I was once assigned to… he decided there wasn’t much value in deciding that just punching harder would constitute betterment.’

You blink, feeling a small rumble in your belly as a smile forms on your lips.

‘I think that’s the longest sentence I’ve heard from you,’ you muse, your shoulders shaking, if only slightly.

Shigure doesn’t return it.

‘Samidare has things that she has yet to properly understand in the course of intense combat.’

‘Come on, now,’ you cross your arms, clutching your elbows as your words come to her immediate defense. ‘I think you’re taking a little too much away from her—sure she’s not as good as you, but … you girls have been fighting this war for years. Even a Patrol Force has at least some experience on that front, right?’

Her eyes flash dangerously.

For the first time in a while, you get a sense—or at least a whiff—that in some manner or form, you had stepped on what was probably your most enigmatic Division member’s sense of pride. One that you weren’t aware even existed.

‘You are aware of my record—are you saying hers is comparable?’

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In a time of global conflict, the elite international task force Overwatch was formed. Soldiers, scientists, adventurers, and oddities: together, they ended the Omnic Crisis and restored peace to a war-torn world. For a generation, the heroes of Overwatch protected the world, inspiring an era of exploration, innovation, and discovery.

After many years, Overwatch became troubled, and was finally disbanded by official U.N. order. Soon world conflict and terror rose again. Governments weakened by strife ceded power to mega-corporations. Militaries were replaced by private security forces. Some omnics returned to war with humanity; others remained peaceful, but faced fear and violence from humans affected by the war. The global crime syndicate Talon, in the absence of their perpetual rivals, rose to vast wealth and power, pushing entire nations into chaos.

You are a young man who's been many things: adventurer, treasure hunter, freedom fighter, and international criminal. But before all that, you dreamed of helping defend the world with Overwatch. When you encountered Tracer on that fateful night and agreed to help her rebuild, you didn't quite realize what you were getting yourself into. Joining as the first new recruit of the reborn team, you soon found yourself as unofficial leader in coalition with Athena, apparently the world's only benevolent Mind.

In the weeks since then, you, Tracer, and your new friends have travelled the globe, recruiting former agents and newcomers to the cause, and doing what you can to protect the citizens of Earth. Overwatch is doing what it can to ward off the forces of chaos, oppression, and war. But can one small group of vigilantes really protect everyone?

The world needs heroes, and you're trying to be one of them.

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This is NOT a civ thread, it's a place to share and contribute various tips and notes about making/playing civs. Civ select images, tech trees, whathaveyou. Go ahead and do your shitflinging too, civs seem a little bit anemic right now anyway.

>Link to sleepy_drawfag's even cards:
http://imgur.com/a/xtYLp#0

So, it has come to my attention that the gdocs filled with civ errata is....gone. Deleted. Anyone got a copy?

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Archive:

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Tuffle%20Quest

>You are currently Son Gohan, son of Goku and Maple Son-Mahogany, one of two young Tuffle twins thrown at Earth starting in early Dragon Ball by Dr. Raichi

>"Canon" had already taken a sharp turn from the "norm" when you began, and through your actions, choices, and dialogue, took even further turns from the "norm," and will probably continue to do so

>Stats and dice mechanics are used, and can be explained again as needed

>Let's all try to have some fun, ok?

And a pastebin: https://pastebin.com/QfSaFtfg

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aO_Lpb2f6d4

Last time, on Dragon Ball Tuffle Quest Z! With the kids recovering treasures from the Nemurian Ruins, you head off to check on Goku and the others, learning the truth about the Legendary Super Saiyan from Bra... and realizing Towa’s nefarious plans for him.
With Paragus’ plot unfurling, you seek to uncover the truth about Comet Camori... and got more than you bargained for.

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the king has been lying on his deathbed for months with a disease that can not be cured

his eldest son died in battle against a rival country, his other 2 sons were lost at sea on a trading expedition. his only remaining child is his 2 year old daughter who is betrothed to a distant duke.

the kingdom is run under agnatic seniority succession
each of his dukes believe they should become the new king.

the first duke is an experienced man who has been ruling since the king was still in his cradle.
his lands are rich and he has led campaigns to protect and expand the kingdom. his subjects love him and he has established a level of loyalty among the nobility, but foreign leaders see him as too aggressive and unwilling to cooperate with anyone. and on top of all that he is 85 and unable walk without assistance.

the next duke is about 19 and has just inherited his title from his father who is the king's distant relative. he has experience fighting in wars but no experience leading. hes know to be a deeply pious man and has openly called to retake land lost in a holy war.

the last duke is 32 and is a hunchback and has been racked with pneumonia since he was a child. he has served on the council for years and pushed for major reforms to "take power out of the hand of nobles and priests, and give the peasantry more freedom" foreign leaders see him as a persuasive man and has kept an amicable relationship with several leaders. he holds the smallest dutchy and his subject have been plagued by perpetual famine.

who takes power in this situation?

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You are pulled towards wakefulness, every cell in your body lighting up like stars in their infancy, almost as if in response to the searing bright light invading every pore and crevice of both your body and the building you reside in, you hear nothing.
Your blood boils and a piercing pain echoes into what would seem to be your very soul, a pain of the likes you have never felt before, you scream, groan and squirm, your voice hoarse, dry in a manner which implies you have not made use of it for a long time.
The light recedes and so does the pain, slowly, each time you felt it becoming weaker relief washed over you, it felt like an eternity, you are not sure, you are but a shivering and cold mess upon a bed, it seems like your dull screaming was unnoticed by anyone really.
You blink slowly, the smell of antiseptic assaults your nose, you embrace it, a sensation besides pain is a sweet confirmation of reality.
Your surroundings are of a sterile white, the bed is one fitting of a hospital, it seems like you are in one, you are clothed in patient's robes after all.
You should probably...

>Inspect your body, you are in a hospital after all, why?
>Observe the room you are situated in.
>Look out the window.
>Just get out of this room, where is the hospital's staff?

Welcome! This is the Demi-fiend Quest, loosely based on Shin Megami Tensei III: Nocturne's universe. d20s are used, best of three is applied, write-ins are encouraged, crits both good and bad are valid. There will be no interference with the main plotline of the game or with its characters, this is another world in the vast Amala Universe, stumble and fumble throughout the wastes of what is a parody of our world, find a reason, lost child.


You are alone from here on.

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Welcome to Tribes Evo, a game where you take control of a tribe and evolve it culturally, technologically, and historically through time. Previously, a war came and went, a new tribe is introduced, and something is threatening the bunnies.

Previous Threads (please read if new): http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=tribevo
Discord: https://discord.gg/r36b7By
Art: http://imgur.com/a/5CW4z

POTT: http://www.strawpoll.me/13123099

New Players Guide:
>Every turn is a new day
>Every turn each tribe can do one action and research
>Research - Laws, Technologies, Arts, Customs
>Action - Trading, Hunting, Scouting, Organizing
>At least one player per tribe, no upper limit on tribe members
> Only ONE action and ONE research PER TRIBE, must be agreed by majority
> Please read sheet to verify 1) whether a tech/culture has already been researched and 2) whether OP fucked up in updating sheets

Other Mechanics:
> Combat (NPC) - one commander per tribe, roll xd100 where x is the number of GROUPS of units you wish to fight (ask oldfag or OP if unclear)
> Culture - After exposure to other cultures, rolls can be made to determine how foreign cultures can affect your civilization's society
> Nationhood - Once a tribe reaches 1000+ population, they are eligible for nationhood. They will then need a constitution, flag, currency, formal military, and more than one town. The constitution MUST include established geographic borders, name of your state, and governing body.
> Economy - One a civ implements a tax, there will be a stream of income to your treasury. You will be able to purchase additional actions with this income. Too high a tax, however, will affect mood.

ANNOUNCEMENT: I will most likely be limited to posting once per day for this session, once the weekend hits I will be able to fully commit.

Posting new turns next.

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You wake up stuck on a massive web. You struggle to move, but it's as if you were pinned down by huge sticky steel cables. Your struggling seems to have attracted attention as from a large burrow up ahead emerges a titanic spider unlike anything you've ever seen before. You scream feeling powerless. Just when things look hopeless you hear a voice.
"Hello human, you seem to be caught in my web."
"Oh my god please don't eat me!"
"It seems you are a male, that is good, I would have no use for a female."
"U-um, what?"
"Due to the code of the spiders, we cannot have sex with those that are unwilling. In other words, we are not allowed to rape."
"Great? Is there any code of the spiders that says you can't eat someone who doesn't want to be eaten?"
"I'm afraid not."
"Oh.."
"I wish to breed with you human. If you can agree to this, I will allow you to live and look after our offspring. If you cannot agree to this, I'm afraid I will have to eat you."

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This has been a rather unusual day, it all started this morning. I had an average dream, nothing out of the ordinary.

But then I woke up to a searing pain.When I looked around there was some red marks on my left hand.

I’m ahead of myself though, I should probably introduce myself. I’m a college student. Saying I live in a more rural area would be putting it lightly.

Don’t really know what I want to do with my life at the period, however I know that I need to go to college if I want a good job. So for right now I’m in liberal studies.

After a few months my parents left in their RV, at least I still got my dog.

Needless to say I gave my dog quite a scare.

Oh, forgot one of the most important parts myself, my name is

>Insert Name.