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>>1112061
Northern shore of Caspian Sea
Light Blue
Caspian Alliance

>>1112061
Normandy
Red
Scumdog Skillionaires

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Italy
Green
Camaaaaaan

>>1117424
Step to the side and ready a stab. If it comes in we'll have the advantage, otherwise we aughta go back to sleep.

>>1117424

Second >>1117438

>>1117424
Is there a window? Look outside and examine the situation

If there isn't then I support this:>>1117438

>>1116960
We're a mage named Octoborg

>>1116965

let's get things moving, supporting

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Your name is Octoborg, a Mage. You were about to delve into this dungeon and retrieve its wealths with your two friends, the Knight and Rogue. However, a cave-in has seperated you all.

Your Fire Tome has [5/5] uses, and uses 8MP per attack. Use the wand to focus and enhance the Tome's magic.

Your SP are used for physical skills, currently you only have one: Flip (5 SP)

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Before you stand 2 doors. On the left, a fine, curved wooden door, which is locked. On the right, what could be assumed to be a prison cell's door, unlocked.

What do you do?

Turning to Rashek you say, “Which way to the labs?” He studies the signs for a moment more, “All around here, there could be dozens. Orbital scans showed a large complex. Better not stay long, who knows what’s down here. Alright, three teams. I’ll lead one, you lead one, and the Fifth will lead one.” You protest his decision but he overrides you by claiming it’ll be faster. “At least leave someone to cover the door,” you say. At least he listens to that.

You decide to take the hallway on the left while Vasquez goes right and the sresh continues straight. The hallway branches off here and there, leading to various rooms. You pass rooms full of crates and rooms with various instruments. There’s a lot of heavy machinery here. A massive room with what looks like foundries is up ahead. It’s practically filled to the brim with conveyors and automated fabricators.

>Look through crates and instruments
>Investigate the heavy machinery
>Check out the foundries
>Other?

>>1111675
>Look through crates and instruments

Looking for things we can feasibly loot

>>1111675
>>1111712
This pretty much.

Continued from
>>1093864

You think, leaning back on your heels. It sounds an awful lot like Strega’s gunning for you to kill her summoner. Logically, that’s a win for both of you. Strega goes free, at least for a while, and you get out of here scott-free. You’re sure that between the two Courts, the cops won’t get near this case, so legal ramifications aren’t an issue.

But...you’ve never killed anyone before. The thought of it makes your heart race, and your stomach twitches, threatening to bring up what’s left of lunch. Even if you wanted to, you’re not sure you know how. There has to be another way.

“Isn’t there another choice? Some other way to end your servitude? I’m a magic user, there’s got to be something here that could help us.” You gesture vaguely around the basement, to the stacks of crates and the exhibits draped with plastic to keep the dust and the moisture off.

“If there is, I do not know of it.” Though her voice is measured as always, you catch a hint of desperation there, and anger. “If you do not help me, I doubt they will punish me for your death. Despite what you have said, they may yet keep their word.”
You feel the color drain from your face, struggling to keep your expression neutral. Sounds like Strega isn’t exactly the kindly grandmother sort you took her for at first.

“What can you tell me about the guards?” You ask after a moment’s pause, intentionally shifting the subject away.

“My master is taller, but thinner than the other. His hair is dark. Other summons are close, but not likely to find you in the stairwell so long as you are quick and do not allow him time to call out. He is not strong. The other is different. People do as he says, though he is small. I do not know if this is some other magic, or if he is the leader. Both carry a gun, but I have never seen them used. This is all I have been able to tell from watching them.”
You think for another few moments, trying to come up with some other option, but nothing seems to present itself.

>Agree to kill Strega’s master, ask her for help on how to do it.
>Don’t agree to kill her master, suggest a different plan (specify your ideas).
>Don’t agree to kill her master, attack her with the flashlight
>write-in

>>1114261
>Agree to kill Strega’s master, ask her for help on how to do it.

Shes a fucking necromancer, if killing was so horrible, she shouldn't of gotten interested and learned necromancy.

>>1114287
Writing.

Sup hippy

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Alright, so last time I had two people vote on what we should name our Dratini. It was between Marco and Draco. I'm gonna hold a 20-minute voting period.

>Draco
>Marco
>Something else

>>1113957
>>Draco

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>>1113298
Insects. Giant Dragonflies. Full jungle predator mode. Spot and kidnap. For the Hive

>are the world's deadliest hunters: Insect is four times more likely to catch its prey than big cats
>Winged insect catches more than 95 per cent of the prey it targets, best recorded rate in the world for predators
>Dragonfly keeps its prey in sight at all times with its large eyes
>It adjusts its flight and can predict how its prey will move before catching it
>Scientists at the Howard Hughes Medical Institute in Virginia filmed the insect's flight in slow motion to reveal its effective hunting techniques
>Counts on specialized prediction and in-flight steering to catch a prey
>Near 360 vision of its surroundings at all times

>>1113319
I can party with that

>>1113319
THIS. Or Dryad

“Eh, it’s a fair point,” you say, coming to your friends defense. “And it takes a fair bit of skill to throw an axe under pressure with any accuracy.”

“Too heavy,” Erik replies, waving away your argument casually. “Daggers fly faster, and you can carry a lot more for the same weight.”

“And with any luck, they won’t bounce right off a particularly thick shirt,” Saxi responds as he throws his head back in a deep, throaty laugh.

“Guess you just need to learn to throw them better,” Erik snaps back, a sly grin resting on his lips. Saxi’s bout of laughter gets cut short, leaving the empty mead hall quieter than you ever remember it being.

“Argue quieter,” Leif moans from the next table over, trying to hide his head deeper into the crook of his elbow, where even the dim candle light in the tavern can’t bother him.

“No,” young Atli says looking over with a little bit of distaste in his eyes. “You got beat like a bitch, and now you get to deal with it like a grown man. Take your lumps, Leif.”

The slumped man murmurs something that you imagine was some sort of threat of violence, but he raises no more concerns about the topic at hand, or the volume at which it is discussed.

You let the conversation continue for a while as you examine the mead hall in a state you rarely see it - empty. It’s a lot bigger in here when the tables aren’t packed, and the sitting area is probably twenty yards wide, and a time and a half as long. The tables and chairs are study, non-decorative thing made from some dark hardwood, though time and a village of drunken vikings have taken their toll, and it’s nearly impossible to tell which. Antlers and old weapons line the walls, as well as a few paintings of different scenes. A couple, you notice, are done by Astrid’s careful hand. The better ones, it seems like. Astrid should really look into selling more, she could probably make quite a coffer out of them if she chose.

You’re brought out of your inner thinkings by a lull in the conversation, the sudden silence taking you by surprise. Now would be a good time to slip out if you chose, or bring up a new idea to talk about.

>Go somewhere (Where?)
>Find someone (Who?)
>Do something (What?)
>Bring something up (Write-in)

Oh, right, I should post something story-related.

>>1113963
>Bring something up (Write-in)

Bring up the Gods, sound out their opinions on them and if they follow anyone in specific

>>1113963

Good to see you Handler, was worried this was ded

>>1112843
>Gain Spell
>Upgrade Spell
Noble roar

>NEW: Gelatinous Mutations

>>1112843

Pragius:
>Stable Mutationx2

Claw:
>NEW: Gelatinous Mutations

Also QM, you can't stop running EDQ, this is the only form of rp I get since my Shadowrun 5 group exploded because none of us can tell a story that lasts longer than one session over skype.

...I miss my tabletops...

>>1112843
>Stable Mutation
>Gain Spell

>NEW: Gelatinous Mutations

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>>1111428
You wrinkle your nose at the thought of working in the greenhouse. “Go on without me. I’d rather stay clean today.” you tell Rowan. He sighs, mumbling “Wimp” as he slings his pack over his shoulder. “See ya at dinner” he says as he walks out the door, disappearing from view. You follow suit, walking in the opposite direction. The castle is feels empty as you walk through it, giving you an odd feeling.You decide to make good use of your day off and begin walking towards the library to study for your upcoming exams.. You arrive without any disturbance. As you enter, Madam Pince looks up from her desk, giving you a stern look before she recognizes your face. She gives you a small smile then goes back to her work. Ever since the day Remus got sick while you both were in the library, she's treated you ever so slightly better than most students. Though she’d still probably kill you if you hurt one of her precious books.


Not wanting to waste time, you walk to the Transfiguration Section. You’re not terrible at it, but Merlin knows you could learn several things. You find a large tome that seems to cover most of the basics and pull it from the shelf. You sit on the ground, opening the book up as you do so. You sit like that for a while, trying your hardest to review the things you’ve been having trouble with. During your readings, you begin to grasp the fact that Transfiguration is a tricky magic that relies a lot on intent and visualization. If you believe you can change the object, that helps aid in actually changing said object. Though actual spellwork and magical ability are still the most important. Letting out a sigh and rubbing your eyes, you stand up to go find a more comfortable area to sit at than the floor. You take a couple steps when your hear on the other side of the bookshelf two hushed voices talking.


“James, James I fuckin’ found it! Read this line.” you hear the voice of Sirius Black voice hiss out. You stand still, slightly curious as to what the Gryffindor’s are up to. You hear James mumble out the line Sirus is talking about, but you're too far away to hear what he says. James lets out an excited yelp and you jump a little. Madam Pince probably heard that too. Won’t be long until she comes over to reprimand the boys. But it doesn't seem like they’re going to stick around, as you hear them shove a book back into the shelf quickly and run off, their footsteps louder than usual in the empty library.

Gryffindors are weird.


>A. Proceed with studying
>B. Try to follow James and Sirius
>C. Study a different subject(specify)
>D. Other.

>>1111432
>>A. Proceed with studying

>>1111432
>B. Try to follow James and Sirius

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Mecha Dogboy is lost in a deep and dark demon's den.

What seemed like a simple straight staircase down has turned into an unforgiving labyrinth.

You're almost certain that the succubus who led you inside had this kind of trickery in mind.

You stand at a crossroads now, all suspended in an unnatural darkness. There's a concrete staircase leading upwards, a makeshift wooden ramp leading downwards, or a set of precarious pillars leading to parts unknown.

What do you do?

Pillars

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>>1117469

While apparently long and slender, the pillars seem sturdy enough. Dogboy carefully hops from pillar to pillar, using a combination of canine prowess and mechanical gyros to nail each landing. The pillars vary greatly in size and distance, some requiring a small step, others a daring bound. Dogboy manages nonetheless.

After following this path for a few minutes, Dogboy sees a small light in the distance. The pillars end at one much larger column, the plateau of which is illuminated by a small table lamp. Next to it sits a SIMPLETON, alive but rather lethargic in his mannerisms.

He seems completely unaware of the large amount of FLAYED SKIN protruding from his back.

Ayyy

>>1118581
Lez do this

>>1118581
put me in boss

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>eat their faces

>>1118163
>Stay hidden

>>1118189
>5

Your face quickly finds itself in the dirt after an attempt to leap at one of the men. He was able to avoid your attempt to rip his face to shreds easily.

How does it feel to have 2 AK barrels staring you in the face?

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>>1111606

"I train with Capsule Corp technology," you tell the reporter. "I can't lose."

"You heard it here first, folks," the reporter announces as she turns to the camera. "Tofoo has already declared that he can't lose, claiming that his training with Capsule Corp technology will assure his victory. Let's hope he can live up to his boast, as this is sure to be a fierce competition!"

As soon as the reporter walks away, Bulma grabs you by the ear, yanking you toward her and speaking in a very annoyed tone. "Tofoo....do you know how it will look if we lose after you say something like that?"

>A. Bad?

>B. You won't lose

>C. Something else

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Thanks for making me take time off guys. I appreciate the concern.

Here we take on the role of the control room from cabin in the woods. The stable is full, the gods have their popcorn and we got snuff to make.

> You do not control the threat

Instead you will be trying to guide him to kill in order of the ritual. The rules are that [THE WHORE] must die first and [THE VIRGIN] must either be a lone survivor or die last.

The gods like some titties so bonus points if the whore fucks someone or strips before dying.

> What do we control

We have 4 departments: Intelligence, Demolition, Technology and Chem.

Tech: Control all the shutting and locking of doors, lights and even the survivors phones!

Chem: Get people horny? Make people dumb? Make comfy survivors sleep? YA BOYS IN THE LAB GOTCHU!

Demo: Blow shit up? They arrive by boat? BOOM! Arrive by car, BLOW THE TUNNEL/BRIDGE! These guys aren't allowed to dirnk until the ritual is done for obvious reasons.

Intel: Gotta scout the survivors to know which order to kill them in. Plus know thy enemy.

> So what's the catch?

Every ritual has 1 disaster happen which we will roll for soon. Who knows what will happen?

Here's how things stand - image related.

Bug Hunt is still paused where we last left off since that progressed a bit beyond James' current timeline. We are almost cuaght up with Valentina though.

>>1111121
>Write-In

Toss the panel away from Henson and us, and then crawl towards Henson

>>1111137
>Write-In

Tell star to stop pretending to be offline in the discord.