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You are the first born son of House Rosenwood. The lands you are born to is a set of chaotic islands by the name of The Soutern Chain. Centuries ago the people who lived upon these isles were the likes of tribes and nomads that knew not of the miracles of technology The Northern Empires far above you were creating. This was of course, before they decided your lands would make a fine place to tame and civilize under their banners.

The Main Island now known as Princemen, and The Minor Isle of Imperica were as far as The Northern Invaders claimed before wars among their own kind disturbed their conquest. The Second Born Son of The Northern Emperor was gifted Princemen as his domain to govern, and soon enough as The Northern Empire began to fracture and break, The Prince broke away from his father’s failing dominion and established himself as an independent king among the conquered tribes that his dynasty had uplifted to a civilized, peaceful life.

This of course was not to remain as absolute peace for much longer, for soon enough The King sired three sons of two wives, two pure Northman, and one bred from half Princemen and half Northerner. The year you were born is the year his rebellion began, claiming The Throne of Princeman shall belong to only those of True Princeman Blood. Because of this war your father was made to ride to The Battlefield, and was not there for your first hours of life.

Now as you come to open your eyes for the first time, you shall see what path destiny has set for you.

What are you like, son?:
>You were born Frail and Sickly
>You were born Strong and Healthy
>You were born Fat, and remained Fat
>You were born Handsome, with the voice of an Angel
>You were born a Dwarf
>You were born Very Average, but a Bastard
>Write in

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The Third Kingdom. It is where mankind reside and where most conflicts occurs between Heaven and Hell. The First Kingdom of Heaven and the Second Kingdom of Hell spread their influences and captures the souls of humanity to bolster their own army in the coming apocalypse.

The angels and demons can manifest themselves inside our dimension through loopholes and specific rituals that tore reality.These rituals require a heavy sacrifices and could cause ripples on earth.

Under the Truce of Third Kingdom and the Seven Seals that hold it, direct influence and conflicts inside the Third Kingdom are banned until the Seven Seals are broken and the Kingdom of Man are strong enough to fight the First and Second Kingdom.

12 disciples are chosen to be the peacemaker of the Truce.These man and woman were given power and knowledge to fight against those who broke the law. They are called the Balancer.

But you are not one of them...not yet...

You are Arien Fischer, adopted son of Father John Fisher.

Right now you are sneaking to your room in the middle of the night, hoping that your father is asleep.

The Mass hall is deadly quiet and dark. The worst part of living in a church is that you have to pass these halls to get to the main room. You always wander why Father Fisher never buy a house.

As you slowly tip-toe to the middle of the church, you cant help but feel somebody is looking at you. You steady your breath and continued your silent walk...

Until the other presence let out a voice.

"Enjoying your night walk,son?" Said the rough voice of your father. You almost have a heart attack and clamp your instinct to scream.

"Er-uh-yes!...uhh. Hi dad!". You nervously grin. Suddenly the church light went on and you feel like one of those cop movies where the perp was ambushed by blinding light.

"So...",He drop his bible gently on the chair," What are you doing at this time of the day?"

You swallow the collected saliva and began to create fabricated stories...but you suck at lying and he knew it. Better get clean then..

>"Uhh...I was

>Hanging out with Molly and Ian" (+ social Links)
>Running mostly" (+ athletics)
>Reading in your study room" (+ exorcist knowledge)

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Once upon a time there was a Worm quest I noticed, Qm ended up vanishing. So I'll throw my hat at something like it. But with my own little twist. Also the MC shall be male since I write with them better.


Brockton Bay, you have to admit there's a certain atmosphere to it that makes you either love it or hate it. On the plus side: there's capes to watch, some decent people here and there.

BUT. There are the downs: you're new, you don't know anyone, and where there are capes there must be the local super-powered psychopath here and there.

School's starting today. Time to swallow up your nerves and get it pver with.

>What's your name son?
>What do you look like?

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(A Multi-civ game)

In the year, [Turn 0], the Empire boasts its strengths in having a cooperative multi-racial nation. Through the unique skills presented by each different race, the Empire led in many aspects of advancements. Of course, this couldn't have been done without the leadership skills of Emperor Bello, the Reborn-er. Through his leadership, the Empire was happy, successful, and great.

Until, the Emperor died that is.

[Now you play as a noble, who has to lead in this time of need when the Empire is leaderless, a powder-keg of racial tension, and all the while other nobles get in your way in whatever your goal is.]

Hereditary, Noble Builder.

>Lord's Name:
>Fluff:
>Skill: (Keep blank)
>Bonus: (Keep blank)
>Kingdom's Name:
>Color: (Also write your location)
>Fluff: (Fantasy Races are allowed)
(Keep everything blank below)
>Military:
>Supply:
>Buildings:
>Technology:
>Storage:
>Magic:
>Bonus:

>New players:
Can take over/replace afk nations or become a supporter/hero/or solo person.


>Setting: Medieval Fantasy. All race is fine. Magic is severely limited.

>How to play?
Just think of a regular civ-game but each player controls one civ.
Each player has 2 actions.
Use these 2 actions to build your nation to whatever you wish.

>Location:
Give me the location you want to be placed.

>East, South, West Castle
Controlling one castle gives 1 bonus action.
-Requirements
Must control all the land around the castle or the players around the castle gives an unanimous vote to give you the castle.
Can not control another castle or the Capital.

>Capital
Controlling the Capital gives 2 bonus actions.
-Requirements
Must control the land around the castle.
Can not control a castle.
Players with 50% of the territory of the whole map must vote you in.

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Stage 150: Cat. Cat. Cat. Cat. Cat.

Yuuhi pulls her finger from your brow and you blink several times as your identity reasserts itself: you are Ryuu Ryukusa, Yakuza thug, Water dragonette, demigod of destruction, and in a lot of pain.

That last part isn't really your fault; you are trying to rest, but you have an opportunity to right something you think is fundamentally wrong in the world so you're taking it. That it requires the efforts of an honest to kami nine-tailed kitsune in direct service to the goddess Inari is unusual, but not really all that surprising. You mostly bullied her into it indirectly, as she is technically not yours to command but the Great Kami Inari's.

Fortunately, Inari is currently incarnated as five of your beloved family and lovers. The drawback of this is that they're all slightly messed up as a result of it and the loss of any one of them would bring a whole new meaning to the word 'disaster' across Japan, and most likely across the globe. Still, they're all fine, and so are you, aside from breaking weapons belonging to various demonic god-things stuck in China. You hope she's stuck in China, anyways.

Kyubi-sama has transformed her business suit into the white and red of a priestess' kimono and robes. The unconscious Rie, the poor ex-nekomata who sacrificed her power and nearly her life trying to help you deal with an abomination that should have never existed, is lying on a white and red blanket that covers your coffee table. Your seers and priestess are chanting softly, holding incense and bowing repeatedly to the powerful kitsune, while the rest of your family, friends, and allies are watching safely from across the room.

Yuuhi, Kiki-hime, and yourself are the exceptions; your sitting on the choice with Yuuhi kneeling next to you, while Kiki-hime watches you with some concern.

“Kami Stuff, huh?” you murmur softly, grasping your left elbow with your right hand and quelling some of the pain with acupressure.

“Kami Stuff,” agrees the half-mad, enlightened, immortal, and thoroughly confusing nogitsune-born samurai. The visions of her past were a reply to your concern about her dislike of Kyubi-sama, who has apparently made a habit of appearing to several of your family members. You suspect mostly to help keep them stable, sane, or even alive long enough for you to awaken to your true nature.

[] Hug your samurai and pet her head; she's fine and safe now, and you're here.
[] Nod your understanding and let her deal with her concerns; she's right to have them.
[] Lean back and point out she's going to have to deal with Kyubi-sama further; she serves Inari after all.
[] Tell her you're glad it happened though; you like having Yuuhi-chan around for lots of reasons.
[] Ask her if she would feel better if you chastised the kitsune for being so rude; you are allowed, you suspect.

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Pacland was once a strong nation.

With a massive army, a deeply rooted chivalric culture and bountiful natural resources and trade, Pacland was a major power among the nations of the North. Many minor Kingdoms and principalities paid her tribute, and she was rivalled only by Lanya to the north.

However, for the past decade, she has been challenged from the south by a new and fearsome foe: The Shan Empire.

Slowly, this sprawling behemoth of alien cultures has expanded north, annexing each of the Kingdoms which separated them from Pacland. These lands, which once adhered to the One True Faith, have been raped, pillaged and converted by the Shan savages.

For a time, there was a standstill on Pacland's southern border, along the Misser River. Neither side wanted to face the potential disadvantage incurred from a river crossing. This region became gripped with fear; the peasants and lords dreading the inevitable Shan attack.

Eventually, in the year 3092, King Markus Klinge crossed the river with a host of 10,000 Knights and 30,000 footmen. The battle was long and brutal, with each side taking considerable losses.

Unfortunately, in the chaos of the melee, King Markus was decapitated with a Shan Scimitar. The Paclander army was forced into retreat, dragging the corpse of their beloved ruler back across the river.

With no heir, the King's death threw the nation into anarchy. Anyone with a scrap of legitimacy has put together a warband and has either made a claim to the throne or carved out a small fief for themselves out of Pacland's rotting carcass.

The roaring riverlands and sprawling hills of Pacland's countryside are now riddled with corpses. Feuding warlords and squabbling nobles battle each other all while the Shan Empire prepares their invasion.

No where is safe. Entire villages have been burnt to the ground and the streets of the capital run red with blood.

The Council of Mages have attempted to restore order, but find it impossible to unite the various warlords in any sustainable way.

And while Pacland descends into Chaos, Lanya to the north asserts her dominance. Pacland's northern neighbor, which is often referred to as 'The Spy State of the North', has infiltrated the remains of Pacland's administration. Many believe that this powerful Kingdom will attempt to envelop the realm and restore order. While many Paclanders are against giving up their autonomy to Lanya, others see it as the best option available.

You are a warlord. Whether you're a noble or a peasant, a soldier or a scholar; you have amassed a force of battle-ready men and stand to play a major role in the shattered state of Pacland.

Do you want to restore the realm with yourself as it's king? Carve out a minor state of your own? Sell your forces to Lanya or Shan? The choice is yours.

Rules and Character creation post will follow.

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This thread is a subthread of Mageknight Academy.

Madrid:
>>1193633
Amsterdam:
>>1193670

Discord:
https://discord.gg/fVwtuqy

The bus slows to a stop as it pulls into the driveway of the resort. Students and faculty rise from their seats and walk towards the doors. You look outside and see that it is snowing lightly. The roofs are topped with white snow. The air is cold, but not unpleasantly so. You get up and exit the bus. The resort staff welcomes all of you to the hot springs. The Mageknight Academies from both Madrid and Amsterdam had chipped in to rent the resort for the next few days. As you ponder about this, the bus from the other school pulls in, having just arrived. Students from the other school join you. Some people go and greet old friends while others chat each other up. The faculty from both schools calm everyone down after a while.

The staff guide you indoors and give you a rundown on where the baths are, and where you'll all be sleeping. They take your luggage and bring them to your assigned rooms.

If you haven't received a complimentary kit, you have been provided one.

>[Bathrobe] acquired.
>[Bath Towel] acquired.
>[Hot Spring Map] acquired.

It's time to kick back and relax.

HOT SPRINGS TURN 1 GO

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You are the former United States Navy warship USS HOEL, now returned as a shipgirl and ready to kick Abyssal ass!

Currently, you were being confronted by what was essentially the freaking Japanese clone of Portland. Ponytail and piercing glare and all.

"Ummmm, can I help you?" You raise an eyebrow as Anna scampers behind you to hide from her gaze. You can't help but think that this ship looked familiar...

"No, not really." The Japanese cruiser continues to stare you down. "I just find it hard to believe Yamato-senpai would find such an interest in an American shipgirl. What makes you so worthy of her attention?"

Waitaminute, now it was starting to come back to you. You vaguely remember seeing her at Samar! Yahagi, was it?

From what you've read, her extreme interest in Yamato's affairs suddenly made a lot more sense.

"What she sees in me?" You muse.

>Why don't you ask her yourself?
>I guess because I'm so gosh darn adorable?
>We're sleeping together now, you see~...
>Other

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The time of preparation is over, the libations of wine have been poured, and Aegis bearing Zeus has received his sacrifice. Your father was a prosperous man, heir by blood of Herakles, his pastures holding more than a hundred sheep, twenty cows, five great black Aurochs and one white horse, while his great house bore fifteen chamber rooms, and his wealth amounted to five talents of silver, along with three bronze tripods never put before the fire .When he died, he was entombed in the barrow of your forefathers, dug into the clay, all of his silver but a talent and a half buried with him. His funeral pyre consumed thirteen sheep, and two Black Aurochs, the great-horned bulls of Thessaly, and his funeral games provided feasts for three days. When it was all done, you were left the head of the family on Crete, with the remainder of your male relatives in the colony at Thera.

Your father's wealth had made him a lot of enemies, and the people of the small valley in which you grew up have grown estranged to you. Former friends are bitter at your success, and you have heard of your father's less scrupulous business partners readying themselves to capture and kill you, marrying your sisters and splitting your father's wealth. The plot was revealed to you by your elder sister, Aglaia, and the two of you sent for your remaining relations nearby, summoning them to join you, along with their slaves and household wealth to flee to Thera.

As the day came, you stood, in the courtyard of your fathers house, an imposing figure, surrounded only by women and slaves, the last of the Cretan heirs of Herakles. Your bloodline is evident in you, more than in your father, standing taller by two heads than most men, with a mane of black hair flowing down to your neck, and the solid frame of an athlete. Your sisters, cousins and aunts bear their heritage in a similar fashion to you, and there was scarcely a hair to be seen lighter than auburn, in the dappled sunlight of the courtyard.

You announced to them the situation, watching their reactions, from stoic disdain among the matrons, to fear among the aunts, to impetuous energy among your two younger sisters. Once they knew, you guided them to the coast, loading them onto a small galley ship, along with the slaves, and all of your wealth, before setting out to the colony on Thera.

Cont.

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Its amazing how much the world can change without anything really happening. I'm mean I'm damn sure something happened and the world certainly feels different now, like I've gotten stuck in some kind of fairy tale or movie. Quite, Classical music plays as I stare up at the blue sky through the window in the roof, watching the clouds pass by as I just lay on the couch, trying my best to think with my roommate and now girlfriend Yvette laying against me...and with her size she's nearly laying on top of me more than anything else. Yeah, deciding to try romance and realizing I'm at the very least bi is probably the thing that's fucked my world up the most, I'm still not sure if its the "right" thing to do. I mean its been nice this last week or so, and I've learned more about Yv, which is cool. But I guess I'm just not used to it yet, especially since she's so....damn cuddly. I can't sit next to her without her using me like a big scaly stuffed animal. Not that I'm complaining, but it is a little smothering, and its really....really annoying having to be so close to her roots, since that constant urge to bite and chew on them is gnawing at the edge of my thoughts like I need a smoke.

I sigh and lay against my dryad girl, closing my eyes as she puts me in a light chokehold. Thankfully she's still asleep, so I can have some time to try and set some things right in my head, before she wants to...do something. Not sure what, but I know she's been wanting to go on a date or something since I pulled her into the ground. I smirk, remembering that whole storm, yeah that was nice, talked about music for a few hours. And I learned she liked classical, especially nordic/celtic sounding stuff. Which makes sense because she's the godamn fucking WORLD TREE!

Yeah that threw me for a loop, but nowhere near as much as discovering this new...er side of me? and trying out dating with one of my few friends. I mean...fuck magic is real, no way around that, its real I have no way else to explain the shit I've seen and all this legend nonsense is as well, and I used to be the dragon that chewed on Yggdrasil's roots, which is kind of neat. I mean its a little disturbing since I'm pretty much dating its reincarnation now. Might be fate or something but I'm not the sort of fucking idiot who believes that kind of crap. Still, it is a little...weird it ended up like this. But hey, nothing to complain about unless armored knights start trying to kick in the door. I mean the legends I know aren't a problem, Unless Clara gets uppity again or that Snitch girl tries to fucking drown me again. Hell Annie is pretty cool when she isn't acting all weird and witchy.

cont

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You are Prince Meirion auk Gwyrren, the only sane man in a royal family with dubious concepts of strategy, justice, taxation, and governance in general. You have made it your goal in life to keep your family on the throne and your head firmly attached to your body.

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The household - plus Nimue, who's made herself visible for once - sits around the kitchen table as Myrddin lays out the results of his investigation. There's nothing too incriminating, of course, but there are enough letters, account ledgers, and assorted notes to form a picture of some of your uncle's contacts.

It's not enough to kill him, but it is enough to cripple, if you're willing to put enough effort into it.

Unfortunately, there are other problems that require your attention.

>(1/2)

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OPENING CRAWL: http://brorlandi.github.io/StarWarsIntroCreator/#!/AKTjy2VjkQBEpB9AEgU-

> SUPER STAR DESTROYER EXECUTOR <

As you go up in the elevator, F4 decided to dampen the jovial mood by being his usual self. “You realize that this was far too easy, correct? Lord Vader isn't just going to willy-nilly hand over command of a Super Star Destroyer to someone as unproven as you, Admiral. I feel that perhaps he has something in store for you.”

You glare at F4. “Sometimes I wonder why Tellstar even bothered to try and retrieve you.”

“Considering Tellstar and the other corvettes highly value your opinion, maybe your grief at losing me of all things was enough to convince her,” he says simply.

“Listen you metal toilet, I've-”

Prosecutor clears her throat. Right, she came with you too. Of course. What's an Admiral without a dutiful Secretary. “Admiral. I should remind you that we are meeting with Lord Vader.” Right, right. You rub your gloved hands together, then place them squarely at your side. Good, play the dutiful subordinate. Someone who knows what they're doing. People who know too much get promoted to their rightful spots after all. And this will be a clear victory for you. No more sleeping in that rustic Victory-class. Today, you will take command of SSD Ravager! You grin, then let the doors slide open once you get to bridge level.

The three of you move in to see Lord Vader in talks with Admiral Piett and another familiar face over hologram. “... and I feel that with the current situation, Lord Vader.” He scratches his short trimmed grey beard, a light scowl on his face. “My Fleet cannot move to support Death Squadron at this time. We're spread thin trying to defend the Corellian system. Ever since we lost Mon Cala and with Kuat also under threat, I've had to divert more of my Starship Girls to its defense. And... my oh my.” He folds his arms, looking to you. Lord Vader and Admiral Piett turn to you. “Look what the Academy dragged out.”

You smile. Your favorite instructor. “Admiral Daas Reike. I thought I'd seen the last of you stamping failures on exams on Carida. I see you're in command of a Fleet of your own.”

He nods. “More like several at this point considering the situation... Admiral.” He smirks admirably at you. “I see you've made a fine name for yourself.” Admiral Daas Reike, one of the few instructors at the Imperial Academy that you actually respected enough to learn things from. He was aggressive, he was stern, and the one time he caught you cheating he allowed it. Then the next day he edited the test himself so the exploit was gone. He didn't mind that you were cheating through the system.

If anything, he encouraged it.

Lord Vader says, “Admiral Reike. Death Squadron will commit itself to the defense of the Core Systems, once it can secure our vital positions in the Outer Rim.”

[1/2]

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Hello again fellow creators. We will be starting this thread again on Moon World Rienia from the the start of the Mid Magedivatian Era, to the Late Magedivatian Era.

As GM, I'll do my best to actively work on phylogeny charts to track the evolutions, and also make random events for the world to drive evolution down new paths. Since I've done this a few times now, and taken the time to observe/lurk on other EvoGames, I've picked up a few new tricks to keep everything organized and streamline too. Also we'll be returning to Janus after this second thread for Rienia.

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.
• Details indicating what the generation of your species is important. Please indicate. (Base Organisms are Generation 0)
• Details regarding a creatures size or name are encouraged, but not required.
• Nothing too outlandish. Anything silly or derailing will not be considered a canon species 95% of the time.

Notes:
• 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 in biological standards.
• Everyday I'll add an update Phylogeny Chart to track changes. These take awhile, so please be patient.
• Expect a Random World Event at the end of this thread to shake up the world and game.
• There will be no Mass Extinction Event for this era, but this will be the final era the Base Organisms are available for evolution.
• When this thread reaches its endpoint, we will be switching back over to Moon World Janus next thread.
• Have fun

New to the Game?:
• Don't be shy. If you have an idea for an organism and want to spend the time making it, please by all means do so.
• We also have a Discord to keep you up to date on EvoGame stuff, and chat with other folks. https://discord.gg/kk8eJgJ
• I will be making an Imgur Gallery for this EvoGame in the near future (ETA Soonish) Till then use the Dossier PDF provided for any details you need on organisms we're using.
• There is a Blank Template that you can use to make any organisms you wish to make for this game below.
• Just a note, while it doesn't matter how intertwined your organism is with the rest of ecosystem, the more dependent it is on the existence of other creatures, the more potential your organism has to survive.

The Description of the Era on Rienia, Setting, and, and more will be posted in supplementary posts.

Previous Thread for Janus: Janus Part 4 >>1127053
Previous Thread for Rienia: Rienia Part 3 >>1173150

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Rolled 29 (1d140)

>1189717
Rolling for interrogation.

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Hey, /qst/. Let's play a nation builder.

>What's a nation builder?
Like a little civ game for each player, but with lots of interplayer interaction.

>I guess that sounds ok to kill some time. What do I need to do to play this thing?

If you want to make a faction, then I need:

>Faction name
>Faction fluff (doesn't need to be much, even just a sentence or two is fine. The more fluff you give to me to work with, though, the more tailored the events and issues I can present.)

>Faction location (grid coordinate)
>Faction colour. Green is disallowed for obvious reasons.