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Previous threads here:

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Secret%20Princess%20Zelda%20Quest

>You are Princess Zelda, heir to the fallen throne of Hyrule

>Your father, corrupted by Power, died in a coup, your Kingdom shattered in a civil war 10 years ago, the Hero in Green giving his life to ensure you escaped the conflict

>An uneasy peace has returned to the land, but omens of a descent into greater chaos than before loom on the horizon

>You, Zelda Hyrule, have the potential to claim your birthright and restore the Kingdom to what it once was, bring back true peace to the lands. Your path ahead is not set in stone; you must chisel it in yourself. What kind of Legend will you create?

And for reference, pastebin with stats, inventory, and some mechanics:

https://pastebin.com/6xdKGh81

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This world is a world full of magic. Each living creature possess magic and many can harness its power to use in daily life. This has led to the world being full of strife and challenge. The strong rule the weak and the weak serve the strong. You are one with the potential to be strong, but will you be able to reach it and guide your nation to victory while you do so?

Welcome to Magical Civilization Quest. In this quest you shall do your best to lead your nation to victory in a world full of magic and fantastical creatures. Last time you fought off a giant snake. You also ended up finding a bunch of crystals and some neat eggs. Currently you are facing off against a little girl. Here is a link to the archive.

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Magical%20Civilization%20Quest

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>Previous Threads:

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/41571374/
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/41611413/
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/43016140/
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/47241715/

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We are Sirena Le Doux and we seek revenge against our former master. So far, we've grown powerful enough to become the Witch Queen, but there is much more to learn. With our list of allies and teachers ever expanding, we won't stop until we've reached the top, because that's where our former master waits.

After returning to the prime material plane and reuniting with her friends, allies and minions alike, Sirena began putting new plans into place, and started by travelling west. Along the way she ended up fighting a giant green sanke and then facing a barbarian demigod's giant snake immediately after.

Current Spells and Inventory: http://pastebin.com/YnqXjSpm
Past Threads: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?searchall=evil+sorceress

Shill Stuff:

Twitter: https://twitter.com/DamashiKonquest
Discord: https://discord.gg/HBz5u9v

Our story continues!

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You are Frazer Volkov, a recently resurrected spirit imbued with the powers of a dying mage, who has left you with everything they have, including a large fortress known as Stonebreaker Keep, as well as all the staff that work there. Written on his death note, the mage, Haegoth Eldar, has told you to seek power, to improve your abilities, and to grow as strong as possible. As of now, you are a stone-skinned juggernaut, with superhuman strength, speed, and reflexes, who can regenerate from wounds quickly after they have been made. You stand next to Helga, a young warrior who has spent the last few years living alone in the woods, honing her skill with her glaive. You stand at the entrance of Stonebreaker Keep, with a young adolescent girl named Amy Wells, your new Inquisitor. You have inherited ownership of this stronghold, so it's about time that you check it out.

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>Tribe- Arcaestra

>pop- 265

>Tech-
Ghostbone spears,
Ironwood spears
Advanced Bows,
Ghostbone arrowheads,
Ironwood arrows
Basic clothes,
Basic armor (leather)
improved Huts,
Holy Firewall,
Temple of Helios
Small temple of Helios
Advanved Fire magic,
Advanced Light magic,
Farm- +2 pop
expert warriors
Adept nature magic
Adept Floral creatures,
beast pen,
beast taming,
Domesticated Direwolves,
Library
Blessing of Tela-+3 pop
Magical spear
Blessing of Ethaz- boosts nature magic and healing
Adept spirit magic
Advanced healing magic
ShriekBerries
WolfThorn
Oak Guardians
Wraiths (The Ghosts)
WraithBark armor
Forest Labyrinth
Forest Sentinel
Grove of the fallen

>Important villagers-
Boris- nature mage,
Priestess of Helios.
Luca the Wolfmaster,
Priestess of Tela
Theonis-Spirit mage
The Wraiths
Root

Secondary Village-
Solcaestra

Pop-54

>Tech
Small temple to Helios
Herds.
Direwolves.
Horses.

Important villagers-
Alleya-Triumvirate mage (Spirit,Solar,Nature)

Captured Minotaur fort-Needs name
>pop-30
>Tech
Iron mine
Forge
Reinforced walls

>3 separate rolls and actions plz

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Hello there! You are standing in your room, about to embark on a grand adventure. But first, you have forgotten your name. What was it again?

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Even on Cici’s day off, the gorgon household remained a place of early risers, the girls tiredly wiping the sleep from their eyes as they made their way out to the cookfire where Mama was already working on breakfast. Eggs and bacon, toast with jam, Mama had gone a little further today than normal in celebration of the end of Cici’s first week of classes, and it was just as well that today they had a visitor, Iris looking like she could fall back asleep at any moment as she sits there, staring into the fire.

“Good morning, Mama!” Cici calls as she makes her ways outside. “Good morning, Iris!”

“Grrr mornin’…” the gazer grumbles with another yawn.

“Did you sleep well?”

“Slept too well. Need coffee …” she murmurs.

“A girl your age should be careful with stimulants, you know,” Mama says, “but we do have some beans from the last time Cici’s Uncle Lee visited us, if you would like some…”

The girl thinks about it, then nods.

“Thank you.”

A few more quick turns of the skillet, and breakfast is just about done, Mama slithering off and leaving the girls to serve themselves while she searches for the wayward beans.

“So, is your head feeling any better today?” Vivi hazards. “Lil’ sis told me you had it rough yesterday.”

“Headache,” she murmurs, a one word answer followed by a conservative shake of her head.

“Hmm. Well, maybe breakfast will help with that, and then afterward, maybe we can go find something to do together. I’ve got the day off and so does Cici. So, was there anything you were wanting to try?”

“…”

“There’s lots of fun stuff to do!” Cici chips in with a smile. “There’s baking an’ exploring an’ I haven’t seen the bees in a long time.”

“Brienne’s mom might also be able to magic away your headache,” Vivi notes with a shrug.

> So many choices. Where do the voices want to steer this ship?
> Write-in

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First three choose race and terrain.

You are a race of creatures created by, and living in one of the many floors of The Dungeon. Your choice of terrain will be the dominant terrain for this Floor, but other Floors may be wildly different.

>Stats
Breeding determines how quickly your race spawns and respawns, and the Floor unit cap for your race.

Melee determines how well you fight with Melee weapons, and the maximum level of Melee weapons your race can equip. Also determines your base defense against Melee attacks.

Ranged works like Melee, but for Ranged weapons. Ranged weapons do less damage than Melee weapons on average. Also determines defense against Ranged attacks.

Magic determines what type of Magic you can equip. Equipping a type of magic will often change your type conferring bonuses and weaknesses. Also determines the strength of your magic and defense against magic.
(Some magic will require a Melee or Ranged roll)

Technology is useful for building and detecting traps, and determines the best equipment your race naturally produces. Also effects accessory limits.

Diplomacy affects party size, trade, and your diplomatic interaction with other races. Also determines whether or not you can accept a certain race into your Hero's Party.

Many of these can be improved or modified.

>Heroes

A hero is a unit well above the average for its race. Some Dungeon Races generate Heroes naturally, others have to work towards them. Heroes are allowed to equip special equipment and act independently of their racial holdings.

Sometimes a group of Heroes will descend into the Dungeon from the Outside. These are almost always powerful beings hoping to challenge the Dungeon God. It is not unheard of for such Heroes to annihilate entire Floors.

>Floor

The Floor is your world, but that doesn't mean you know all its secrets. Becoming the dominant Race on a floor can allow you to increase its Level.

>Stronghold

The Stronghold is the center of your Race's power. Heroes will rest here when not on assignment or questing. And the items of fallen Adventurers and Heroes will be stored here. If your Stronghold is destroyed all of your basic racial units on that floor will die immediately leaving only your Hero units.

>Dice

All rolls are 1d20 best of three. Your roll will be modified by magic, equipment, accessories, racial bonuses, and other modifiers as deemed necessary.

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You once were a proud and noble warrior, with honor and integrity. Cherished by the people of the kingdom, you were praised as a hero. You vanquished monsters, rescued innocents, and put others before yourself when the time called for it. Truly, you were a great hero.

But something has happened. You wake up one morning, and you feel... different. As if all your restraint and control has just vanished. You feel sinful, unbelievably so. But most of all, you WANT... you want something that you don't have, something that no one else has, and you want it for yourself. What do you want? Well, let's figure that out...

Name: (Any)

Age: (18+)

Gender: (Male, Female, or WHO KNOWS)

Sexuality: (For STORY purposes)

Preferred Weapon: (You may choose any medieval weapon)

Armor: (Light, Medium, or Heavy)

Most Well Known Feat: (Create an accomplishment that the world knows you for)

Sin: (Lust, Greed, Wrath, Envy, or Your Own)

Motivation: (Influenced by your Sin)

What shall you do in this vast world, just ripe for the taking? Only one way to find out...

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Discord: https://discord.gg/un6aawU
Twitter: https://twitter.com/AthinarOfJeno
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In the world of magic, it's more similar to your own than you might think. Hell, what would you expect, if it grew alongside your culture, mimicking your ways, and shaping your society, while your culture shaped it equally as much. Resting under a rigidly-enforced masquerade, the society of magic and magical beings has law enforcement, various magical services, and even governments.

However, you are none of those, you're... special. You are what many would call a detective, offering your skills as both an investigator and a mage to track down anything anyone needs found.

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Sun shines through the blinds of your office, and hits your face, waking you up, reminding you that you are most certainly NOT a morning person. Grumbling awake, you sit up on your couch, moving over to your coffee machine, preparing to make the blessed nectar of the gods that is a caffeinated drink Staring at the magnificent machine, you flip the switch and yawn.


First off, how old are you? (Your appearance remains unchanged.)

> 400, you were born in 1620.
> 200, you were born in 1820.
> 100, you were born in 1920.
> 50, you were born in 1970.
> 30, you were born in 1990.
> 25, you were born in 1995.


Second, where were you born?

>Limerick, Ireland
>Berlin, Germany
>Madrid, Spain
>Seattle, Washington State
>New Orleans, Louisiana
>Miami, Florida
>Detroit, Michigan

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Twatter
>https://twitter.com/ShroomCivQM

Shit you have done so far
>https://pastebin.com/uSUaFeBe

Your encounter with the Acid Slug and the Carnatourus in the forest have thought you one thing. Your men need to know how to protect themselves. Right now they are lackluster to put it mildly. The mushroom men have never had the concept of weaponry before a few days ago thusly they are a little confused on what to do with these pointy sticks. So you show them.

You take the stick and start swinging it around. Then it comes to your attention that you yourself don't know what to do with them.

None the less your troops try to figure out what they are doing and by the time they are finished have actually learned how to thrust the spear!

>10 Spearmen Upgraded
>(P)>>>(Ut)

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Your men take the hint that stone is truly a valuable resource for your village and go to collect more. Seeing as the last shipment has already been used to its fullest. They pack up the sleds and head out to the miniature quarry that has seemingly been created. Though it's actually just a cave where they have been mining all the rock from.

Rocking it!
>(1/2)

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The nursery is nearing completion and the extra baby shrooms are able to be placed inside. It's still a tight fit but when the building is complete there will be plenty of room for your future generations to grow.

Shroom Boom!
>(2/3)

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"Anoon...." You hear a voice call out to you in the darkness.

"Anooonn...." It calls out to you again this time louder.

"Anooon." You feel someone poking your back.

"five more minutes" you mutter in response as the poking gets harder and harder.

The poking goes on for a minute or two until it's interrupted by a loud bang. Fearing for your life you scramble out of your sleeping bag and onto your feet however before you can bolt for the nearest cover you are pulled back by someone.

"Easy there Anon" You turn to see an anon sporting an ushanka and a thick fur coat with a /k/ommando patch on his shoulder. Behind him stands another anon wearing a brown trench coat and holding a pistol.

"good you're awake. Now get packing I didn't pick up a...."


-/fit/itzen
-Strong, bulky
-/out/lander
-Cunning Survivalist
-/k/ommando
-A Brave soldier
-Nor/mlp/erson
-Immense strength and stamina, even higher than /fit/
-Can't into tools
-Inquisitive Inve/x/tigators
-High int, A bit of magic
-Perception high
-/d/enizen
-High will power
-resistant to seduction
-/pol/ack
-Bonus to bartering and detect intent
-/r9k/ Monk
-Rerolls (inspirations) once per thread
-/trash/er
-Pick two positive traits from other board members, /c/ommoner traits
-Exiled and outcast
-/qst/panion
-Able to easily fit into other boards
-/c/ommoner or /cm/moner
-High Charisma
-other anons feel at ease around them
-/b/arbarian
-A jack of all trades, minor bonuses on all fields

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Previous: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/1348734/
Char Sheet: http://pastebin.com/mYBvajGn
Other Character Sheets!: http://pastebin.com/K05wcqLy <Going to add emi as soon as I can>
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OJniq9KuDAQ
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"Yes, you are hearing it here first folks" A disheveled man gasps, his face covered in concrete dust and dried oil, his fancy suit charred along the right side as he struggles to stand up properly in a smoke filled street, the camera recording him filling with static as the operator tries to hold it steady among all the chaos "New Brooklyn has become a war zone, as capes and masks fly. So far the chaos seems contained to a few blocks and streets. We do not yet know who exactly is taking part in this all out brawl in the streets, but from the few safe glances we've been able to take, it appears that at least the talked about super team, the Dark sky initiative has once more drawn the attention of the now outlaw Blackguard, however we have seen ultras that are not affiliated with either group as far as we know"

The reporter shrieked, covering his head as his hiding place was found, bullets flying as a group of black guard rank and fire gave him a hail of lasers and lead. His greying hair become even messier as he dived for cover, praying as the new terrorists marched up to him, taking pot shots and laughing.

"Commercial, commercial!" the man cried out, managing to remember the way he was supposed to act under fire "CUT TO COMMERCIAL QUICK BEFORE..."

The air seemed to fall still and cold for a moment, the man glancing over his shoulder and peeking over the car he had ran behind. A girl dressed in an armor that could only be described as mecha like was floating in the air, lighting falling from her outstretched hands, arcing down from her fingers and dancing as it lit up the shiny blue metal covering. Whatever she was wearing was top of the line.

The blackguard mooks tried to fire back at the god like figure above them, but all besides one wearing a skull like mask turned tail and ran, their asses scorched by flying bolts of electricity as they fled.

The cameraman grabbed the aged reporter's jaw and put it back into place, turning him around and offering him a mint before giving him the thumbs up to continue with his afternoon broadcast. They had been through worse, after all, both of them knew that but some how this day seemed a lot more...potentially fatal then all their other adventures in reporting the latest and greatest in the big apple.

"Ah" He says, popping the minty treat into his mouth with a fox like grin "Yes as I was saying before the interruption, they may be out trying to get a slice of the glory pie, or maybe under the masks we've come to respect, they're just as much of criminals as the men who tried to gun us down before the timely intervention of....Lighting Queen back there...need to give her a gift card of something Linda, aha"

Cont

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You're alive. Play the game to see where that goes.

Rolls influence how that goes. Higher rolls are better, naturally, and multis are best roll.