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It is an age of mercenaries in a fantasy land. Join a small band of Landsknechts as they capture an enemy commander for ransom.

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Previous thread: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/1423172/

Character Sheet: https://pastebin.com/as7jUTfk


You are Ryoma Shizuhara, a young man living with his grandfather in the small town of Hashigata while your mother goes under chemotherapy.So far, you've been in a Shadow-infested Reflected World, became a Persona user, and learned that you can wield multiple Personas. You also got detention for ditching class on the first day (though you really can't explain why without being carted off to the local mental hospital)

Thursday, 4/14, Morning

>Detention is in 2 days...

You are sitting in science class. The teacher, Mr. Suzuki, is a jolly old man who prefers student interactivity to just giving lectures. "Alright, since we're talking about metal today- no, Mr. Kotoku, not that kind of metal, but hopefully we can maintain your enthusiasm, hehehe- let's see...who can name the most abundant metal in the earth's crust? Mr. Shizuhara, do you know?"

Dammit, why do the teachers always ask you? Does being the kid from out of town paint a target on your back?

>Roll d20 to get it right

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Suivons où mène la fortune!

Wealth and glory awaits those under our banner! Leave everything behind and begin a life of adventure, fight for alongside your brothers–in–arms and carve a better future for yourself!

The Bastard's Boars hare currently hired byt the Black Suns Company to kill soldiers stationed at a supply camp.

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Welcome to Starborn, but not as you know it. In this thread we'll be playing as a new character in a location unfamiliar to Purps or most of the world at large.

Gorlan Vineyard. Producers of the finest red wine in all of the continent, the public at large is clueless as to where the famous vineyard depicted on the label is. The golden skies, lush orange hulberries and dirt so soft you could sleep on it is a mystery sought by many an explorer.

But you know where it is. Because you live there; one of many thousands born into the vineyard's workforce and raised to serve. Your masters; the furred kobolds have traded their "golden sky" and wine to the surfacers for almost two centuries. In exchange, they get undesirables and the freedom to continue existing...

Life here is hard, but soon. Soon you'll make something of it.

You are:

> Human

> Animal Person

> Islander

> Lizardfolk

> Orc

Tw: @StarbornQ
Discord Invite: https://discord.gg/USPFgKa
Discord Commands: ?rank [StarbornQuest][CabinQuest][WCNQuest]
Lewd Pastebin: http://pastebin.com/u/StarbornOP
Starborn Thread 0: https://yuki.la/qst/486356
Starborn Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Starborn

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In this quest, Demons walk the earth and ravage the land as they see fit. Well, not really since many of the races banded together to seal them away into the abbyss. That being said, many cults and evil doers still roam the land in want of returning their dark masters to the material plane. The players assume the role of a adventurer in these dark times. Seeking fame and fortune. Or just the next job for lunch money.
>Last volume:
>>1421807
>For newcomers
Simply type your character's name, gender, and race and yee shall spawn into the Dark world. Which is the name of the region you shall be inhabiting for the most of your adventures.
>What's new:
You can roll dice (dice+(d20/d8/d10 but mainly d20)) at anytime for any action. A good roll can have a unique outcome but so can a bad one.
Dubs means you add 10 to your dice roll.
Trips mean a critical. Although in combat the doesn't mean more damage.

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Your name is Deltorian Tessan. When you were told that you had work to do in Berlin, you were hoping to find a nice place to get a beer and waste your time doing absolutely nothing. Sadly, you were forced into taking a mag-rail, one of the worst forms of public transport. When you arrived in Berlin, the people you were supposed to meet were nowhere to be found. Brilliant, right? Well, seeing as you were in Germany, having a large cold one, just before you were inevitably dragged into some kind of horrible press event, seemed perfect. Of course, things didn't turn out properly. I mean, ending up in some back alley street surrounded by five people, all of which had that shit eating grin.

The soft click of a gun slide. The eager hiss of a steel blade on leather. Knuckles cracking and the racking of a baton. This was going to be fun.

By instinct, your hand reaches down towards the right side of you hip, fingers, passing over the pistol holster that sat just behind your coat. You know it was empty, but just a force of habit. As you see the first of the men begin charging towards you, you feel that sensation of the adrenal pump emptying itself into your bloodstream. With practice, you eyes flicker, spotting two charging towards you, with a knife and the other with a baton, one raising a pistol to aim, and the last two holding back.

(A) Guns are dangerous, he goes first.
(B) Deal with the guys heading towards you.
(C) Take out the ones holding back, they might have something worse.

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This is a thread created for the discussion of Quest threads.
It also used to be a place to share advice and guidance for aspiring or current QM's.

Please do (not) shitpost, and please report any shit posters attempting to derail discussion or cause strife. This means you, as you can't be anything else since you are posting in this thread.

Useful links: http://pastebin.com/u5xPbk6w
This link contains numerous writing guides, general advice, and various quest tools and communities. It should also say to stay away from /qst/ but doesn't for some reason.

https://twitter.com/Eisenstern/lists/quest-runner-directory/
https://twitter.com/tgquestlist/lists/quest-master-directory
These are two directories containing the tweets of many current QM's. While a twitter is by no means mandatory, it is a useful tool for both you and your players. To get added to the second list, tweet @tgQuestList. Spamming tweets unrelated to your quest may result in its removal. Enjoy being cyberstalked!

IRC Channels:
[The Cabal] #QMC @ Rizon.net (slightly related to quests; enjoys worldbuilding, mechanics, and politics)
[Hugbox] #ques/tg/enerals @ Rizon.net (barely related to quests; enjoys Larro quests and anima)
>slightly related to quests
>barely related to quests
>enjoys politics
>enjoys Larro quests and anime
No comment needed.

Discord server (Can provide feedback to new QM's, but shitposting is a bannable offense) ----> Most Nonindicative Sentence Ever Award:
https://discord.gg/pXfcXZJ

http://qst.wikia.com
This abortion of a wiki gives brief summations of quests and QMs as well as quest culture in general. Additions are encouraged.

Archive of quest reviews (if you find a review that is not on the list, please link it in the thread):
http://pastebin.com/u/QuestReviewsArchive

>QM Question
What parts of your quest do you enjoy writing the most? Why?

>Player Question
Who are your favorite quest characters? Why?

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Accepting new players anytime!

https://discord.gg/CwgNNXk

Player's Handbook - https://docs.google.com/document/d/1SLqObt4JuNEtWJoipfRe_g7zoKpCxC9zP_lZUecz04E/edit?usp=sharing

For New Players:
Please pick a name and a gender.

S88n

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You are Captain Rossweisse Bell, commander of the CTF rapid response cutter Sericea. Your current assignment has dragged you all over the Sol system, from Mars to Luna, to the pirate-held asteroid base on Cuithe, and the backwater colony of Sweetwater. Now you've returned to the Lunar city of Von Braun to revisit an issue from your last visit here and possibly pick up some technical assistance from Anaheim Electronics for the next stage of your investigation.

“Sericea was designed loosely around Nagato's propulsion schemes,” Saran explains thoughtfully, referring to your own ship's maneuverability and thrust-vectoring capabilities vis-à-vis their basis in those of a Jovian-designed Helium carrier. “So no difficulties there. However mobile suit operations will be substantially hindered if you are operating near Jupiter's gravity well.”

“I assume you have a solution?” you ask, suspecting that the answer will be some modular package designed in-house for the testbed machine Anaheim put in Carya and Catrina's hands. Less of an act of benevolence of course, or even a sense of civic duty, and more because they wanted data on its performance in the hands of a capable Newtype.

“It's almost fully developed,” Saran replies excitedly, confirming your suspicions. “Since the current Viola, I think you call it? Since it's entirely modular, it should be no trouble at all to refit.”

“What is involved?”

“Actually we based it on an early design of your unit's... four large thrusters on pylons, with an extra fuel load.”

“Like the old Slattern?”

“Yes!” he nods, handing you a copy of the schematics. “Exactly!”

This thing looks more something of a nightmare: an Active Mass Balancing Auto-Control or AMBAC system... with nine “limbs”. Four of these are the expected set, but the rest are comprised of a tail binder and four adjustable pylons mounted with powerful thrusters.

With the layout as-designed it would be possible to maneuver a mobile suit very quickly and very precisely around its own center of mass, meaning quick turning speeds in all directions, combining with the thrusters themselves allowing for sharp changes in velocity. But with so many maneuvering surfaces and individually-controlled thrusters to operate in concert the human brain would have trouble keeping the pace. No wonder then that Anaheim Electronics would be interested in Artificial Intelligence... a complex suite of mobility-enhancing technologies wouldn't be put to its best use merely by simplifying the control inputs.

No, any mobile suit mounted with this backpack system would either have to be fly-by-wire or fly-by-mind.

“How long?”

“About forty-eight hours to make all the fine adjustments,” he smiles. “With your permission of course.”
>1/2

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[Let us try something interesting. First to five chooses. The scene is a modern city, deliberately unnamed.]

Curtains forcing their will against the wind, children sleep, exchanging dreams with seraphim. The city drags itself awake on subway straps; its heart pulses with dark blood and fire. You lie awake as a rumor of war, a pyre of shining embers, its light stretching into dawn, unasked and unheeded, as the drummer’s pulse.

You know, bone-deep, yourself to be at a threshold. It beckons to you with sly allure.

Bloodied fists. Hard kernels of truth silently relish whimsical patterns. You are a possibility. Your skin is like the dawn and darkest night before it. The light of the streets above paints on it the beginning of a certain end.
Birthed and invigorated by this intensifying pressure, the thing you remember most is your name.

You anxiously await the threshold. The taloned hand of unstable chaos grasps the sword of activation.

What is your name, seeker? What have you left behind?

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Start
The gunfire in the distance has already stopped but the smell of ashes still fills your nostrils. You sit clutching your rifle, hidden in a dark alley between two ruinous brick buildings, stained by years of coal production.
"H-hello?" you mutter into the pocket radio. "This is [Anon], from squad number four. Is... is anybody still alive?"
Silence. Nobody has answered in hours, ever since you decided to hide in here. Suddenly, you hear the sound of footsteps in heavy combat boots marching down the street close by. It seems like three, maybe four of them. They talk in a language you do not understand. You hold your breath until you can no longer hear them. Luckily, they didn't notice you.
>What do you do next?
>First reply ending in 0 decides.

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Twitter: https://twitter.com/MercCommand

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Other Quests: https://pastebin.com/TrNWfAke

You are the TEMPLAR, a holy knight sent to clear the frontier of monsters and heresy!

The light and crackle of the campfire was a welcome sight in the dark night. Hung over the fire was a rack of some of the meat your party had managed to scavenge off of the wild boars you had slain. Better to live off the land than dig into your own supplies when possible.

Meanwhile, Nino was fast asleep, with Romulus clutched in her arms and her head resting on the lap of a very annoyed looking Naru, since she couldn't freely get up and move about without waking the little mage. Morgan was out patrolling the perimeter, keeping an eye out for not only Solaire, but any possible wildlife or bandits that would be attracted by the fire.

And finally, your temporary companion, the Paladin Valentia, was merely sitting there, staring at the fire. A somewhat troubled look on her face. It seemed to be stemming from worry? You weren't too sure.

>Talk to Naru
>Talk to Valentia
>Go patrol with Morgan.
>Other

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Previously... Miho Tsukada, the Heavenly Child, followed the trail of her sister's mysterious death into the realm of a new and inhuman faction – that of the corporate AIs. With their vague answers and even vaguer warnings, the machine intelligences remain an unknown element. Back in the real world, the increasingly suspicious Kurosawa led the Heavenly Child to a new ally in the form of Emi Miyakawa, the Executioner. Will this young and untested warrior be an asset or a hindrance? What waits in the Mizuhashi Reserve, the site of so many past disappearances? And more importantly, will the Heavenly Child ever get a costume of her own?

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

A new week begins. The news is a scattered mix of stories, little of any lasting interest. A automated truck crashed over the weekend – you might have been involved in that – while a particularly vile storm is set to hit Ark City at the end of the week. You definitely have nothing to do with that last part. At least... you don't think you do.

Recent events have seriously harmed your ability to be certain about most things. Still, there are some things that you can always count on. School, for one thing. Bright and early, just like always, you dragged yourself along the usual route – detour included – and arrived at the Ark Institute. In your classroom, passing those few sad and empty desks, you found an envelope waiting for you.

A love letter would certainly be interesting, but this is nothing of the sort. Not unless official looking print and formal lettering is considered romantic these days.

Maybe it is. You don't have much experience in these matters.

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Last time on MSGQuest:

>███████ directed a series of high frequency pulses at the upper levels of the Caverns, so as to determine what the source of the previously detected activity was. The source of the Activity turned out to be the Malevolent Thing. It was digging out a tunnel...
>███████ ensnared the Malevolent Thing in a bubble and isolated it from the Mortal Plane by suspending it in the Void...
>███████ greeted the Malevolent Thing. The Malevolent Thing flew into a frenzied rage, futilely clawing at the boundaries of the bubble with its monstrous claws
>███████ compressed the bubble containing the Malevolent Thing to such an extent that the resulting pressures reduced the bubble’s contents to pressurized plasma. After the bubble was banished the plasma solidified into an incredibly dense piece of stone...
>███████ summoned the Mannequin, overlapping the point of summoning over the Dense Stone so that the stone would be embedded within the Mannequin’s torso once it materialized...
...

In this game each player takes on the role of a fragment of a deity's shattered consciousness. Provided you can come to a consensus with the other Players, you may create, influence, or destroy anything your heart desires...

How to play: First, submit a command. Keep in mind that you may only execute a single action per command. Commands will be enacted based on how many other Anons in the thread support it. If there is a tie I will roll a die to determine which command will be chosen.

Once I have selected a command, I will set to work representing the content of that command in the world you Anons have created. This process could take ten minutes, or in excess of one and a half hours. After I finish and post an image, I will wait for 60 minutes for new commands...

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Last thread: >> 1429996
Quick info on how everything works:
In this quest we are telling the the story of Anya, the slime girl who is trying to escape a lab she was created in. There is a main player, who has been choosen in the last thread - he has the choice of where the story goes, the rest can add details to his post.
You wait for them to carry you outside and bodyhop to the guard, succesfully taking control over him.
You are ready to fire as you see 3 guns pointed at your head, but stop because the guard you have took control of is... still alive!
You have no clue whether it was pure luck or fates doing, but you gained a hostage and a well armed body.
- Yours friend is still alive, drop your guns if you want it to stay that way - you said but didn't get any response
-I will count to five, if I don't see your guns laying on the ground by then next time you see this guy will be on his own funeral!
- One!
- Two! - "Why won't they stop, does his life have no value to them?"
- Three! - "So they are really planning to let me kill him?"
- 4 - "Those bastards, they are next in the line to get themself kille..."
-You are outnumbered, leave the hostage alone or you will be eliminated, and we aren't gonna count to five! - A voice snapped you out of your thoughts, making you realise that atleast 10 other guards are running there.
You panick, there is no way you will allow them to capture you again - it's now or never!
You raise your gun and shoot at the guards, leaving them no choice, but to backfire at you.
The previous experience with their bullets has taught you not to get him by them, so you condensate yourself around the guards arms, letting you fire at them while they kill their friend.
Just after few seconds everything that remains from the 4 guards is an one big bloody mess, so you slip out of the body and look back at the nearing group of guards, unsure what to do.
End

Note: From now on we will roll d20 during fighting seeing so there won't be the "I punch him, he dies" type of fights