Archived threads in /qst/ - Quests - 245. page

File: Header.jpg (41KB, 700x571px) Image search: [Google]

41KB, 700x571px

Shinobi Quest #57

This quest takes place within the lands of the Five Great Shinobi Nations (aka Narutoverse) starting roughly around the beginning of the original series. The world of this quest remains similar to the original, with slight but notable differences in certain areas, based upon the passage of time from a single slightly altered event.

(It’s a goddamn Naruto Quest, you bastards. Have fun, participate, and write in when you feel inclined. Most of the outcomes of this quest will be determined by you, the players. Critiques and questions are always welcome, as my knowledge of the weeby shit is not all encompassing.)

Stat Sheet:

http://pastebin.com/WiPdCqLH

Omake #1 Shinobi Quest GAIDEN: Asa’s Story in Another World:

http://pastebin.com/X3viHAZQ

Previous Threads: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Shinobi%20Quest


Last Thread, Tsuki Norihime got a letter from her father discussing a variety of topics, and finally travelled to the moon.

(Warning, the first few posts will be reposts from “Conversations” Paste, for those who didn’t see/read it.)

File: 2017-01-13-13-05-29-1314975657.jpg (6KB, 107x153px) Image search: [Google]

6KB, 107x153px

-Elos legend and islands
http://twitter.com/HippyLotus
-Updates and whaddafuckevr

There is a 10 minute waiting period to count up votes. As always, you can choose more than one option. I will try to be fair and accommodating. Combat mechanics might be subject to change, but I will almost always have you roll a 1d100 unless more than one move is being used. I'll also probably have you roll for tough choices on how well they go.

Critiques, criticisms, and helpful suggestions are always great!
Call me Hippy for short :)

Recently: Aimi beat you in your rematch, you decided to rematch after you get your first badges. You started a deep talk with your sister.

Pokemon:
Fox- Female Vulpix
Lucky- Female Togepi

File: Island_1909_2.jpg (35KB, 1025x1025px) Image search: [Google]

35KB, 1025x1025px

Magic, Medieval, Survival, Dungeons, Monsters, etc

File: ValenQuest-OP.png (226KB, 640x480px) Image search: [Google]

226KB, 640x480px

Trees towered around you, gentle rays of sunlight filtering through the leaves with the sole purpose of searing into your eyes and make you miserable.

You are Irue Valen, and you find it a little unsettling that it took a concentrated effort to remember that you hadn't just fallen asleep normally. While everything around you certainly resembled a forest, your last memories were of waving to Priat as you stepped beyond a veil; What came next was little more than a blur of sinking through viscous nothing. If you hadn't already grown accustomed to losing your senses, the transition likely would have made you panic... But as it stood, you could make out the tell-tale signs of your ability to perceive the world being reconfigured.

"You picked a strange place to take a nap! That's so like you, though."

Y̶̵̨o͝͞u̸̴̷̴ ̢҉̀͘͢k̕͝n͡e̛͡҉͜͏w̢̡ ̴̨҉͏͞t̷̀҉h̴̶̨͢͡i͡͏̀͏s̵̷͘͞͡ ̕͢͏҉̷p̴͘͏̡e̢̢͏͟ŗ̷̛̀̀s͏͟ǫ͜ǹ̶̕͠҉.̷́͞͞ ̸͢͡҉̡T̴͝h̢͞҉͟e̶̵̵̵i̷͞ŗ̴͢ ̸̨n̴͜͞͠҉a̕m̷̧͠ę̨̨ ̸́w̷͢͝á͟͢s̸͘͞.̵͡.͘͟.̴͜͠͞

A jolt of pain wracked your head, forcing your eyes closed in response. You could barely glimpse the form of the voice's owner distort as you winced away. That was a lie. You had never heard this voice before, and you had no idea who that was.

"You picked a strange place to take a nap, stranger!"

When you opened your eyes again, a slightly revised greeting met your ears. Said as naturally as the first had been, as its owner stood above you in... Strange clothes. They looked casual and worn, meant for manual labor, but something stood out about them. Minor changes from what you were used to seeing... And his dialect was starting to grate on you.

"You don't look like you're from around here... Are you lost?" You weren't the only one performing an inspection, it seemed. You blinked up at him, an answer beginning to form on your lips when he snapped his fingers abruptly. "Oh!"

"...I'm sorry?"
"No, pardon me! I didn't catch your eyes the first time. You're with the Valen family, aren't you?"

>Introduce yourself
>Lie about yourself
>Ask where you are
>Ignore him for now
>Other? (write-in)

File: 1.png (7KB, 500x500px) Image search: [Google]

7KB, 500x500px

Oh shit nigger you're an Orc. You're a bouncer for a shady-ish Orcish dive bar in the slighty-crime-ridden part of town.

Currently you're in the middle of another shift, what do you do?

Oh and you call yourself Orc-san because you're a fucking weeaboo. And you're also hoping some random blind qt would appear and become your gf, because...reasons. I guess.

Previous threads:
http://pastebin.com/sR3G3F2A
https://www.mediafire.com/folder/ici3zlnn9ytyy/ADVENTURES

File: Loanah locations.png (78KB, 1024x768px) Image search: [Google]

78KB, 1024x768px

Despoiling Virgin Territory

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Pokemon%20Island%20Adventure%20Quest
https://twitter.com/GobbleQM
Character info pastebin in progress: http://pastebin.com/iB0tb7rz
Dice cheat sheet: http://pastebin.com/994WTT3g

General rules:

There is a 10 minute voting period after each post. Non-contradictory votes will be combined as best as possible.

Write-ins for all votes are always welcome and encouraged. They may not all make it into the post or be altered to fit in, but I'll do my best to at least try to address the spirit of the write-in.

Very important or contentious votes may be redone in a stricter voting system as circumstances warrant.

Combat mechanics involve three rolls of 1d100, taking the best, and using the base accuracy and crit ranges of the game, roughly, but the 'turn order' will be more like the anime, where sometimes you can do a few moves in a row or be hit by a combo of moves yourself, all depending on circumstances. Stronger moves tend to take more time and have more cooldown than weaker moves, so beware of that timing. Speed is more important for closing ground, intercepting, and other things and doesn't necessarily mean going first.

Call me out on a mistake and receive a suggestive picture, mostly likely a butt.

Pokemon:
Gobble (Munchlax)
Mace (Roggenrola)
Belladonna (Roselia)
Totodile (dice)

Badges: 1

Recently: There was bonding with Bella and Val, Dice the Totodile joins the team, fishing, and desecrating the snow of Eelilee

File: logo.png (4KB, 200x121px) Image search: [Google]

4KB, 200x121px

https://brorlandi.github.io/StarWarsIntroCreator/#!/AKb2D-CcOSY5Otw9PJVU

THE GALAXY IS IN TURMOIL!

After the battle over the Forest Moon of Endor, chaos still reigns in a galaxy recovering from the chains of the GALACTIC EMPIRE!

Striking from MANDALORE, the warrior clans march in a new uprising, led by the legendary BOBA FETT!

The NEW REPUBLIC, formerly the REBEL ALLIANCE, struggles to rebuild their former territory!

In the shadows of the UNKNOWN REGIONS, the brilliant GRAND ADMIRAL THRAWN gathers the strength of the IMPERIAL REMNANT!

It is in these times that fortunes may be made, empires may be built, and fates may be spun.

You are ADMIRAL JANUS CAIN, commander of a respectable warfleet, currently on Anobis, in the middle of a peacetalk that has devolved into a firefight...

You are wearing
>Your light armor
You have as weapons
>A green lightsaber, taken from Rahm Kota
>A heavy blaster
>You left arm, a military grade prosthetic equipped with a grapple
You are accompanied by
>Tearer, a heavy-weapons specialist from the Darkeyes unit, and Jess Tenner, a farmer-turned-Rebel
You have
>1,050,000 liquid credits
>roughly 600,000 in disposable cargo (depending on how well you barter)
>355,000 Stormtroopers with your fleet
>85 AT-ATs, 140 AT-STs and assorted dropships with the fleet
>3 ISDs, 1 of those Mark 2, 30 Victories (1 and 2s,) 2 Acclamators, 12 Tartans, 10 Nebulon-Bs, 4 MCs
>50 TIE fighters, 15 TIE bombers

+++++

Discord: https://discord.gg/WHhDYyb
Archives: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=SWWQ
Twitter: https://twitter.com/Telemac39455609

File: images (15).jpg (17KB, 251x201px) Image search: [Google]

17KB, 251x201px

Choose your side
Light Blue
Yellow
Green
Dark Blue
Orange
Red

File: opener.png (2MB, 860x1200px) Image search: [Google]

2MB, 860x1200px

A lone Eyegore drifts in silence as it orbits an unnamed world in a distant system. The world below it was lush with vegetation and teeming with game. The Reconstructed satellite could detect no native intelligent species, the planet a pristine environment nearly untouched by civilized hands. Below it the living fight, breed, and die in the most basic of all struggles that every living being experiences, the struggle for survival. Large megafauna stride across flat grassy plains or graze on colossal trees, the oceans hiding creatures that rise up and breach the surface in either joy or desperation, even the snowy peaks of mountain ranges home to cannibalistic flying animals.

Yet the planet was not completely devoid of colonists, unwilling as they are. Small huts cluster in the boughs of the massive trees built from branches and plantlife crudely woven together. Beings flit from hut to hut or descend to the rivers and lakes in attempts to fish and hunt using spears held in their zygodactyl feet, feathered wings allowing the slender creatures to fly gracefully through the air. The huts were painted with colorful mud and sap, crude decorations revolving around the Sun and Stars, effigies of their lost kin and gods.

This planet was home to more than just the Flier Sunscale that the Armada's Blackscale Cabal had deposited on the world. Generations of the Sunscale caste seemed to have lived on the world, the greenscaled and winged lizardfolk living in peace and harmony with their alien home. The Eyegore watched as the nervous new arrivals were greeted joyfully by their distant cousins and as time passed saw them grow to accept their new home even as they looked up at the skies at night as if hoping to see the Mother or the Father.

The Eyegore took a pleasure in observing the simple lizardfolk, a caste that seemed unfitting for the warlike Sunscale, living their lives as best they could without the help of their smarter and stronger kin. Yet when flying predators swooped in low the colony gathered together, shrieking and harassing the attackers with claws, fangs, nets and spears until they were driven off showing they were not completely defenseless on this primal world.

You wonder just how long this world has been used as a dumping ground for the Blackscale Cabals to deposit the Fliers, the only caste of their orthodox kin they refused to harm or reanimate. Among their small villages scattered around the dense jungles and forests the Eyegore could detect the remains of engines of indeterminate purpose, their hulks rusted and fallen to disrepair, and see Fliers using manufactured tools that fit their unique handfeet perfectly. Despite the casual cruelty and sadism of the Blackscale it was quite apparent they still seemed to care about the Flier caste.

File: Mark Of Slaanesh.jpg (3KB, 91x90px) Image search: [Google]

3KB, 91x90px

> Previous Threads:
> http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/1040639/

You are Q'ruk Vesaeti, former Imperial Guardsman of the Legions of Ure, now devout Slaaneshi and second-in-command of the Gilded Touch. You've spent the last month training twenty men to fighting standard in a hellish training regiment, only ten men survived but they've reached Imperial Guard standard. Recently, Slaanesh has blessed you with a pair of horns, and you participated in an enormous party, during which you goaded the cultists into forming an Orgy Pyramid in the shape of the holy symbols of Slaanesh, pounded a farmer's daughter's orifices to the point she became bruised, gorged yourself on delicacies, glutted yourself with fine wines and liquors, and regaled many cultists with exaggerated and sometimes outright fabricated tales of your exploits in the Legions of Ure.

You've just woken up, and the sun is almost halfway finished with its daily cycle. You've got a momentous hangover and everything feels a little bit fuzzy. You and the High Enforcers are going to begin training the next wave of recruits tomorrow, as Zamiel Cudan decided the Slaaneshi could use a day to rest and recover from yesterday's event. You don't have anything planned in particular, but you've got almost an entire day ahead of you.

> What do you do?

> Q'ruk Vesaeti, Head Enforcer of the Gilded Touch

> 6/10 Favor

> Status:
> Healthy

> Traits:

> Small Black Horns

> Skills:
> Training: Lv 2
> Rifles: Lv 5
> Bladed Combat: Lv 2
> General Combat: Lv 4

> Equipment:
> Fine Clothes, (worn)
> Lasgun
> Combat Knife

> Troops:

> 15 Elite Slaaneshi Warriors

File: yoyoyo.jpg (67KB, 679x551px) Image search: [Google]

67KB, 679x551px

You yawn, your holotransciever beeping its alarm, it was time to wake up but you don't want to, its so warm and heavy under these blankets. So heavy... really heavy actually, too heavy.

You blink your eyes open, staring at all six of your pokemon sprawled over your bed, Piper snoring as Koshmar turns in his sleep.

Well that explains the weight... though how can the ghosts be so heavy, aren't they immaterial.

Oh well, thats what you get for never checking your pokedex. You squirm your way out of bed, being careful not to disrupt the slumbering army on your bedside.

It's a new day and, while Mimikyu has shown he had a lot more then you thought him capable of, it made you wonder what special talents your other pokemon have that you may not have noticed.

You got our first badge so things are only going to get harder from here.

It's time for some special training!


>Call Alder, he knows how to train well right
>Ask Mrs Nyarth downstairs to help you, she did win the pokemon showcase a few decades back she must know what she's doing... right?
>Carl might now something... maybe.
>You recall Julie knowing a few things, maybe she can help?
>Screw that, you are going to have quality alone time with your pokemon! All six of them.

File: SSQ_PRICEDOWN_OPv2.png (514KB, 584x732px) Image search: [Google]

514KB, 584x732px

You are Captain Kusajishi Riku, a shinigami who just can't seem to stop stumbling on new and disturbing problems.

The Soul Society is expanding? That's not the answer you expected, but it does make a certain amount of sense given what you know about what happened with Hell. Specifically, it reminds you of Kaoru's description of it: of Hell having been “pushed” rather than “pulled”. If other planes are expanding as well, or else interacting with one another due to what's happening in the Soul Society, it makes sense that not only would there eventually be sporadic cases of Hell crossing over with other planes but all of the planes crossing over with each other. This must have just happened to be the first time you've caught it.

You exchange a worried glance with Yoruichi. “We... shouldn't let anyone see that just yet.”

“I gotta make a call,” she sighs, quietly casting Kakushitsuijaku and kneeling with her palm placed flat on the ground. You're only privy to her half of the conversation, but you can more or less fill in the gaps with your imagination.

“So you're sure about this?”

“Can you produce a summary statement? Easy to digest, as little technical nonsense as you can get away with?”

“Okay, I get it.”

“Well, can you do anything to fix it in the next twelve hours?”

“So it does us no good to release the information now, and before you say it yes, I know I'm suggesting we sit on crucial information. But all of our Captains need a break, and right now they're getting it. So let Shunsui and the Central 46 know after you've taken some time to mull over the details and write a full report.”

“Hey, come on now. There's a reason you trust me with these sorts of decisions. Have I ever led you wrong?”

“That time didn't count.”

Yoruichi frowns. “Neither did that one.”

“... what was that? You're breaking up. I... I can't... hello? Hello? Are... Kisuke?”

Then she abruptly releases the spell. “If he asks we were going through a tunnel or something.”

“That's how I remember it,” you shrug. “Let's try and put on a show of calm, right?”

“We're Captains, acting is in our job description,” Yoruichi agrees.

The universe is slowly ending, and yet when you return to the beach you'd be forgiven for thinking that nothing had happened. Halibel watches in quiet amusement as Neliel starts trying to make her own sandcastle next to Menoly and Lilynette... much more solidly-built, but really little more than a squared-off tower. It seems like she can't figure out what to do with it next, while its neighbor has evolved into a sprawling pile of crooked towers and crisscrossing walls. It's almost like none of the builders has ever actually seen a castle before.
>1/2

File: Titanfall op.jpg (202KB, 599x841px) Image search: [Google]

202KB, 599x841px

Twitter: https://twitter.com/MercCommand

Other Quests: http://pastebin.com/sYpqmWZg

Well, I know I promised a fantasy themed quest after Infinite Stars, but I was in a bit of a Titanfall mood so I decided we'd run a short little quest delving into that!

But first things first, what faction do you want to side with? The Interstellar Manufacturing Corporation, which is trying to enforce its resource rights on the rebellious Frontier, or the Militia, a ragtag army of settlers fighting to protect their homes from the IMC's iron grip?

>IMC
>Militia

File: XXIX.jpg (210KB, 1248x702px) Image search: [Google]

210KB, 1248x702px

Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Nerv%20HQ
Twitter: https://twitter.com/cegremo_hq
Pastebin: http://pastebin.com/RsZLWiRX

Opening: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RIuBjGkycSs

The Major and Eileen Katie are returning home after an extenuating day.

File: overwatch___genji_by_nesskain-da2wkzp.jpg (120KB, 900x613px) Image search: [Google]

120KB, 900x613px

In a time of global conflict, the elite international task force Overwatch formed. Soldiers, scientists, adventurers, and oddities: together, they ended the Omnic Crisis and restored peace to a war-torn world. For a generation, the heroes of Overwatch protected the world, inspiring an era of exploration, innovation, and discovery.

After many years, Overwatch became troubled, and finally disbanded. Without them, world conflict and terror rose again. Governments weakened by strife ceded power to mega-corporations and private security forces. Some omnics returned to war with humans, while others remained peaceful but faced fear and violence. Overwatch was gone…but the world still needed heroes.

You are a young man who's been many things: adventurer, treasure hunter, freedom fighter, and international criminal. Recently you encountered the re-formed Overwatch: a grand title for two ex-agents, Winston and Tracer, operating as outlaws out of an abandoned Watchpoint. Despite their down-and-out-status, or perhaps because of it, you were inspired to join them. You left your old life behind to become the first recruit of the new Overwatch.

Now you and Tracer are travelling the globe, defending the people of the world from harm and searching for potential agents to rebuild Overwatch. The world needs heroes. Maybe you can be one of them.

Updates: https://twitter.com/ravenkingquests

Previous Threads: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Overwatch%20Quest

Discord: https://discord.gg/t7DHUPk