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>>1814461
Hi HM how are you today? Slept well?

>>1814461

A spear made of milk hued wood, rose thorn shaped liked barbed wire and an oversized head shaped like a tear made out of oiled metal sat in her first set of hands, stabbed into the ground turning the dirt into an odd, chocolate smelling dust.

Armor that could only be found on enticing creatures like herself shimmered in the darkness cast by the old man's raging light. It could be barely called armor with how little it covered, an insult to the heavy plates and leather's worn by the knight in the fashion of an almost modern knight. It did not look to be made of metal, but rather hardened icing that only drew eyes and emphasis to Malizeral's "natural" assets. Gloveless gauntlets made of candy cane and greaves like stockings made of gauntlets were the only other protection she wore, unless you count the thin, nearly invisibly pink cloth connecting the upper and lower portions of her armor, revealing beneath her chest to just above her crotch.

She was ridiculousness, fantasy and daydreams of those with lustful, fanciful minds, standing against the serious sterness of the man, who appeared as the idea of the man who has had enough of monstrous predations, becoming something terrifying even to the beasts that now stalked the world. His heavy coat covering his practical, functional armor, hidden under the off white tabbard his now open coat revealed. the image of two red and gold daggers set in the of a cruifix proudly shown on his chest.

these two....monsters among men and monsters themselves stood before the cowering hoards of innocent men and debased beasts, a girl standing behind the knight, her overly long hair combed to an orderly state as it creeper down her back and flowed over her front. She wore similar, if lesser attire, to the man. But her eyes were filled with hate...fear...and disgust for him even if he could not see it, for her expression was hidden behind a blood red scarf, her body revealing her true nature with how oddly fed she looked compared to the locals of these woods.

Digging her nails into a wall of golden orange crystals that seem to have ripped their way through the womb of the earth, she stared at the three figures in front of her, unable to move towards them held back by the knight's palpable righteous fury. And unable to take her eyes off of the skeletal body next to them, with skin pulled taught over its decayed frame, strange runes and tattos covering the atrophied yet standing corpse.

Which was no doubt the oddest sight of them all, with full, golden locks and a well groomed mustache making him look odd besides the fact he was missing an armor or what her was wearing. Shorts that nearly revealed as much as the demons attire with the words "Juicy" written on the back, a shirt with short sleeves and colorful flowers painted, dyed and sewn onto it....and a pair of pristine sunglasses.

He stood silently, like he some how fit in with this situation.
cont

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Jedi Knight Quest 17

You dig into your bag and find the makeshift grenades. You’ve got two of them. You take one out and hold it above your head so that your companions see it. Then you begin sneaking through the brush around the flesh raider camp.

You roll one into the edge of the crowd and place another one where the flesh raiders store weapons. You see your friends following your lead, placing grenades all around the camp.

Roars erupt from the crowd. It sounds like some kind of fight is starting. You don’t hear any blaster fire or clashing of metal. Is that masked man fighting a flesh raider with his bare hands?

The ground shakes as a large creature hits the ground hard. The crowd of flesh raiders cheers and roars. You catch Nazz’s face in one of the trees, looking down on the crowd, her eyes widening as the crowd’s cheers grow louder.

You spot Lu sitting against a tree opposite of the flesh raiders. His legs are crossed. He seems to be reaching out with the Force to observe what is going on in the circle. His jaw tightens as the cheers grow.

Ara has her lightsaber in her hand, reading to activate it. She’s lying low in the brush, a serious look on her face as the deafening roars escalate.

You spot Jorraan exiting one of the tents, his huge form tip-toeing across the flesh raider camp, freezing at the snap when he steps on a stick. It was pointless though. None of the flesh raiders could hear it over their own noise. He moves back into the forests with no one paying him mind.

What do you do?

>Wait and see what happens.
>Try and find a place to see what’s happening in the crowd of flesh raiders
>Use the Force to communicate with your friends and get a plan together
>Set off the makeshift grenades
>Move on. Put some distance between you and this hoard.
>Write-in

>>1813895
>>Try and find a place to see what’s happening in the crowd of flesh raiders
>Use the Force to communicate with your friends and get a plan together

>>1813895
>Set off the makeshift grenades

REEEEE FINALLY

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>>1809111
Diana's Nursery Paradise is not all so perfect as it seems, and there are a number of technical issues beyond the scope of her robots.

-The Geothermal Power Plant needs fixing. This has reduced the number of robots she can use
-The Robot production facility needs fixing
-There is a Hedge Maze full of carniverous plants that eat wildlife and natives.
-The Repository's power connection is down

Diana says of all places, she forbids you from entering the "Factory". The last time she allowed someone untrustworthy, it was a disaster. Similarly, the Train Station is also off limits.

Linux and her team are going to work on the Geothermal Power Plant. Your help is appreciated, but they think they can handle it.

>Go and help Linux with the Power Plant
>Go fight evil plants!
>Go chat it up with the tribals
>Go and converse to Diana some more
>Go/Sneak somewhere (Where?) [The Factory, the Repository, the Greenhouse, the Fenced off Area, the Train Station]
>Explore around. Collect plant and animal, samples
>Other?

>>1809126
Converse with Diana more now that Linux and her ilk are not here. We can properly introduce ourself, tell about our growing nation and other powers in the region. Talk about mutants and ghouls, let's get a feel what she thinks about them.

Depending on how the conversation goes, we can talk about our insane technical, robotic and computer powers. How we built ZAX and other wonders.

Talk about actual evil gods and star father

>>1809145
Supporting

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>>1807540

“I’m more concerned on why we’re being kept on reserve.” You state, wishing to switch the subject.

“Good question! Blasting targets with the Autolaser… it satisfies but is not enough.” Babbler says, feigning disappointment.

The first line of Laser weaponry has finally been deployed and have been in use by the other squads, a proper godsend and turn around for XCOM’s favor against the aliens. A good time at that, with Thin Men and Floaters plaguing more and more missions, the edge was needed. More advanced variants of Laser weaponry and Maser tech is still being considered next from what you heard through the grapevine. Not that your squad has much experience with the weapons outside of the range though.

You and the rest of your squad finishes your meal and begins to head their separate ways, leaving you with some time to consider what to do next. There should be another Tactical meeting with the Commander in Mission Control on ongoing operations, maybe you could ask the Commander afterwards what the big deal is. You also know for a fact that Naru as well is still spending a lot of her time in Engineering, working on something she refuses to ‘spoil’ with Shen just yet. Along with that, there’s some kind of happening going on in RnD and a new call for volunteers has been issued across the base… it hasn’t really gotten many takers yet. Finally of course there is just kicking back in the Barracks and maybe talking to the other members in the squad and clear the air with the whole Peppermint fiasco.

The question remains, where to go?

>Mission Control. You’ll get to know the big picture on the war and perhaps get the opportunity to speak with the Commander.
>Engineering. Maybe you can find out what Naru and Shen have been up to.
>Research. Last time went fine, what could go wrong volunteering again for Dr. Vahlen?
>Barracks. Kicking back with your squad is not a bad idea.
>Other

>>1807540
>Engineering. Maybe you can find out what Naru and Shen have been up to.
It feels wrong not to check out Engineering.

>>1807542
>>Mission Control. You’ll get to know the big picture on the war and perhaps get the opportunity to speak with the Commander.

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Uhhh.....well then. The hell is that? Cover Image now?

>>1805396

Well this is awkward

>B. Go search for Pyrrha

>>1805395
>>B. Go search for Pyrrha

>>1804856
>>Get up and read through the letter, it may be important.
Good to see you running again, Thunderhead.

>>1804856
>Get up and read through the letter, it may be important.

>>1804856
>Get up and read through the letter, it may be important.
Thunderhead lives!

>>1806327
Current Inventory:
>Suitcase; some suitcase that some crazy old man gave you, for some reason it is able to contain a lot more than it would seem. Although it can only hold trousers, money, consumable items, and some smaller key items.

>1,000 Darkland Gold Coins; a bunch of coins you stuff in your mattress for safety, while not as inflated as say Mushroom Kingdom coins, their actual worth depends on the country you go to.

>A family photo; a picture of you, your son, and Kammy. Other than memories this has no obvious use.

>Bowser’s Baseball Bat; your favorite baseball bat, complete with spikes coming out the side. Useful for hitting balls, projectiles, and occasionally idiots.

>Passport; you are a recognized king yes, but official identification will make traveling around countries easier and it would be best not to attract attention to yourself, lest some would be hero come running if you brute force your way into another’s territory. The picture is less than flattering…

>Pink Purse; a disgustingly pink purse that you acquired from an equal eyesore of a toad. Might contain something useful, or maybe just some junk, but you wouldn’t go through a woman’s purse… would you?

>>1806327
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>>1806327
>Go watch the ‘competition’ in the stands

Can we jump in a fight to steal a ranking like the armored harriers tried?

>>1806022

Ark City looms in the distance, all glass and steel like the very image of a modern city. Your city, your home. It always feels strange to see it from the outside, rather than taking in the sights from street level. The great pyramid of the grand arcology looks like something out of a science fiction movie, while the corporate towers rising up from each corner reign over the smaller buildings around them.

A strange place, but it's the city you've sworn to protect.

“What an odd holiday that was,” Kasumi says as she joins you at the prow of the ship, “Not quite my idea of relaxation. Then again, I suppose it was intended as a working holiday – Jodi certainly seems happy with the work she got done. Apparently, she managed to coax that soldier friend of hers into giving up a few “off the record” details.”

“Miller?” you remark, “Well, I guess... Chances are, he'll just give her the official version of events. It's probably what he believes is the truth.” Shrugging the issue off, you look back to Ark City, both of you falling into a companionable silence.

“You're looking better,” Kasumi says after a while, “Getting that sleep must have helped.”

“I was in bed, sure, but I didn't do much sleeping,” you reply, flushing a dark red as you realise what you just said. Kasumi just giggles delicately, covering her mouth with hand. “Yeah yeah, you know what I mean,” you grunt, feigning grumpiness, “I had a talk with Kurosawa. We... we cleared up a few things. It wasn't all sweetness and light, but it was a conversation that we needed to have. I feel better for it, a lot better.”

“One does find that getting these things out in the open is a blessing,” nodding gracefully, Kasumi taps a finger against her chin, “Speaking of clearing up a few things, would you still like to see my home? I feel that it might explain a few things about me, better than anything I could say to you. Say... tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow?” you gasp in mock horror, “You're not going to invite me over for a sleepover?”

“My my, so eager!” Kasumi laughs again, “But no, my home is not exactly... suitable for a sleepover. I imagine that you'd understand if you saw it for yourself. In either case, I won't make any demands – if you had other plans...”

“Plans? Not really...” you think aloud, “I don't normally have the time to make plans. Stuff tends to just get dumped on me, and I'm left to deal with it. That doesn't really leave much time for planning.” Laughing quietly, you give Kasumi a good-natured shrug. “But that's enough complaining,” you decide, “I've got a good thing going, I don't want to ruin it now.”

“That's the spirit!” Kasumi says with a warm smile, “Call me later, okay? We can arrange something. I'll keep a slot in my schedule open for you!”

[2/3]

>>1806024

After your ship pulls into port, you pass through security – no mishaps this time, fortunately – and stroll out into scenic Ark City. It's already late, so your group decides to part ways. Saying your goodbyes, you amble away into the familiar streets. The first thing you notice is the security guards, a small group of them standing outside a Renko clinic. Chalk lines have been drawn out front, suggesting that they plan on building something – a bunker, by the looks of it.

Sighing, you pass them by. This must be the security that Nebiros spoke of. Before you can spend too long bemoaning the state of your city, your phone rings. It's Jun, or some member of the Sentinels at least. Shrugging, you take the call.

“Miho, hello,” Jun says, sounding faintly distracted, “I can't really talk for long, but I wanted to check in with you.”

“Okay, I guess?” you reply, “I'm back in Ark City now, so-”

“Yes, I heard. As soon as you passed through port security,” he interrupts, “Quick question. Might be nothing, but I wanted to check. Were you in contact with Chiaki Jackson before you took your break? We'd been monitoring her, and... well, it's a long story. Were you talking with her, perhaps?”

What he really wants to ask is, “Did you kill her inhuman stalker and ruin our plans for her?” He won't ask you that directly, though, he's too polite for that. “I talked to her a bit. We DO go to the same school,” you remind him, smiling coyly to yourself, “Why do you ask?”

Jun is silent for a long moment. “No reason,” he says at last, faint petulance in his voice, “I'll let you get back to whatever you were doing. Oh, Pietr is up and about – he asked after you, seemed quite upset when I told him that you were on holiday. Well, I'm sorry for bothering you. Welcome back, by the way. I hear it was an eventful weekend.”

“No kidding,” you agree, “See you around, Jun.”

He hangs up, leaving you to tuck your phone away. Then, making sure that nobody is watching, you allow yourself a good honest laugh at his expense. Once that's out of the way, you start thinking about your plans for tomorrow.

Having time to make plans... it still feels like a novelty.

>Take Kasumi up on her offer
>Arrange to meet up with Pietr
>Meet up with Megumi, thank her for watching the city
>Other

>>1806027
>Take Kasumi up on her offer
Though that shouldn't take all day. We might be able to squeeze in one of the other two options after we are done.

This is nice and all OP, but can't you at least make some fluffposts to keep us here?

>>1804243
Is that you Som?

>>1804307
Whoever he is I hope he isn't a SUFFERING faggot.

>>1803841
>Soilder
if not acceptable then
>Bussness owner

>>1803841
>>Business owner ( You didn't like the idea of having someone else tell you what to do so you opened a sports bar)

>>1803841
>>Business owner ( You didn't like the idea of having someone else tell you what to do so you opened a sports bar)

>>1812761
>Animancy
Because you always wanted to be a god.

>>1812761
The power to influence the world by convincing it that it's wrong. (Eg. Telling gravity that it's opposite day to be able to fly. Telling guns they shouldn't be able to fire because it's illegal)

>>1812761
>>>Dimension traveling and teleportation
Fuck yeah, alternate universe hopping

>>1809327
>Introspect

>>1809343
You decide to continue introspecting.

You attempt to remember what you were before you had your first thought.

You were simply sitting here for you do not know how long, you can remember only five events, all the same thing. You remember that you gained something.

You decide to call that thing a unit.

You have 5 units.

>Introspect
>Observe
>Act (roll 1d2)
>Other

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>1809355
>Act

>>1806942
Mudryanon here from last game. Good to see you're back OP.

Name: Kulipetros
Patron God: Hephaestus

>>1806982
Different OP but I did lurk in the last city state civ. This will be focused on one city rather than multiples

>>1806989
Oh, I see.
Well, my vote still stands.

>>1803861

"Alright, but only if mom says its alright." - we answer while petting her kitty ears
"Hnn... mom, can I go with big brother?"
"Well, you don't have school tomorrow. I think its fine." - replies mom, and looks at Ellie

So they've gotten to the point of making joint decisions on about the children.

"Have fun. We can take care of everyone so don't worry." - says Ellie with a smile
"Yes!" - answers Zoe, and then looks at us - "I can go!"
"Yes, yes." - we pet her ears gently

"Ah! I wanna go too!" - says Athena right away
"Uhmm nope." - says mom
"Why!?"
"If I let you go, everyone will want to go as well. Maybe next time."
"...pooo..."

"I'll come for lunch tomorrow, we can go back home in the evening if that's alright." - we explain
"Alright, take care of Zoe." - says Ellie

We nod nod, and go back to Albion to pick up Aritsu before going back to Alquia.

As usual, we emerge from the small peach tree Mako brought over on a large pot.

We probably should plant it in the garden somewhere, though its really handy to have a direct passage into the main rooms.

Its also a [Treestride] target for anyone else who can use the ability and knows the little tree, though, so maybe we should plant it outside after all.

>Plant it outside
>Its fine in the room
>Other

>>1803898
>Plant it outside

>>1803861
Here I guess. hows" Family dinner " sound for EP011

>>1803898
>Plant it outside

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[15, Month I - 288AC]

“Smith guide my hand,” your voice comes in short whispered bursts, the phrase repeating over and over as you set hand to task, each word accompanying a blow from the small hammer in your hand to the backplate of your armor. The past week you had spent meticulously repairing every minor and major blemish, dent, or scratch you could find from the previous weeks. At first there had been a worry that your hand had forgotten, so long it had been since it had needed to repair your armour in earnest, perhaps two years ago if your memory served you right, after the Tourney in Grimarbour. You paused, rubbing your thumb over the metal and sniffling, the few candles you had left to light were burning low inside your makeshift chapel. The morning had a crisp winter air to it that permeated the stone building and left goose pimples upon your bare arms and chest. Otherwise the morning was quiet and peaceful, something you had in short supply as of late, the silence brings you solace in these troubled times.

Parwyn Waynwood whistles a song outside the doors, where he was to wait every morning until you were done. Continuing to examine the last of the dents you had smoothed out, you almost crack a smile, the work was finally almost done, gathering your polish and rags you set to task of bringing the final piece of your full plate back to the immaculate standards you held for yourself. You could hear the excitement upon the boy’s tune as your voice continued to whisper its short prayer, you had promised to begin training in arms with the lad today. He had told you the night prior after morning prayer when inquired that he had some training with Ironoaks Master-at-Arms, Ser Marc Terrick, a name you recognized surprisingly, he had gotten relatively far in the Melee two years past and was amongst the final ten along with yourself. Your own sword had put the man down, after weathering his relentless barrage of mace strikes, you had to purchase a new shield afterwards, so at the very least you knew the boy had at least something of an idea of arms.

>>1803801
All my love Father

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A wisp of smoke comes your way from the hollows of the chapel, a brisk wind having gone through the loose stones and assaulting to your face ruffling your beard and hair a touch. You pause and scratch at the former, perhaps you could do for a shave soon, mayhaps when you visit Strong Song. Your thoughts turned to the Belmores, and a slight frown clouds your otherwise happy demeanor, you had received a response from Lord Benedar Belmore, that Maffew Shett had thankfully read, and requested your visit fall upon the twenty-fifth and last until the twenty-eighth. When questioned why the length, Maffew merely shrugged his shoulders, assuming Lord Benedar must have had more to speak to you of than just your recent troubles or perhaps he was planning something. The grumbles after had fallen upon deaf ears and you had pressed him to continue hoping from news from the Eyrie, though the response from Nestor Royce regarding your petition of the Dawntower had not yet come. Maffew and Ser Trevor Trant had both assured you it would come today, so you hoped at least. The rest of the past week had been a solemn event, your remaining men had taken to the task of cleaning up the bodies, destruction, and vandalism the turn-cloaks had caused during the attack. A few of the leftover scouts, now ‘Bowmen had been tasked with scouring the Whitestone attempting to find this supposed hidden escape route, to little avail as far as you had been made aware, a thought that annoyed you. Asher Har- Ser Asher Harp, rather, had suggested you needed a more dedicated and trained group of men to do the task, those leftovers simply didn’t have the manpower nor knowledge of the Whitestone as the veterans had to complete the task.

You sigh, looking upon the polish of your backplate before looking up to your shrine, charcoal paintings of the Seven aspects, the Father, Mother, Crone, Warrior, and Smith all had a candle place beneath them, you had suspected today you would need more guidance in the deliverance of your House from disaster than you had needed in the previous weeks combined. The boy’s tune stops and you can tell he is growing impatient, a quick glance to the ceiling tells you that it was mid-morning by now, or a fair guess of it from the way the sun shined through the cracked roof. Licking your thumb and forefinger you carefully put the candles out, offering a final prayer to each. The lingering odorless smoke clouds the small room as you sit in peaceful prayer and thought a moment longer.