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Welcome back to Magical Girl For Hire Quest!

You are currently NOT Miranda Styles.

You are Carly, B-Rank Heavy Scout-class mercenary for Flashpoint, a mercenary outfit for displaced magical girls and other such mercenaries such as yourself, located in scenic The Intersection, a dimensional nowhere and everywhere where you rest, recuperate, live, train and get details for your next job.

And you’re kinda pissed. Despite your recent sterling record, you’re currently on a mission that isn’t even friggen yours. Jeanette Bain, better known previously as ‘Magical Girl Goldline’, so she liked to claim, screwed up ultra hard on a previous mission, resulting in her dismissal, much to everyone’s shock and horror. Sarah Beedily, one of the fastest couriers you’d personally known, then got sent in to fix the problem.

She didn’t fix the problem. But someone else did. Specifically, some D-list mercs managed to stumble across Jeanette’s screwup, then stumble across Sarah herself, and now they’re holding that info hostage, in exchange for a freebie from some actual damn professionals.

Why Tily wasn’t more pissed off about this you have no clue. Then again, she was unerringly calm at the worst of times. Might’ve just been a mask.

Whatever. Right now you’re camped out in a western frontier world- thank goodness for small miracles- and from the looks of things, some tribal group is wanting to talk with you, asking for your help with ‘vengeance’.

Why is there always a tribal group?

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>>1035505
“Dark travelers- those with strange souls.” The ‘chieftain’ is doing some explanation as two of his tribe members dance along near the fire. “They seek this plane’s utter demise for their own purposes. They have already ruined the Northern Wulu tribe’s great tradition. We have seen their strength, and know they yet hide more. Such is the way of Umbra.” He fixes you with a searching stare- at least, you think so. You can’t quite tell beyond the masks. “Your strength is similar. As is your soul. The ones proclaimed saviors have fallen, and we must look to other ways to preserve this land. We are willing to part with some, to save all from the encroaching darkness of Umbra.”

“Come again?” Gilda asks. She’d just been watching the dancing half-heartedly, as had Mark, who at least seemed reasonably entertained. Jin had resumed ignoring things, but Baxter was typing down notes, it seemed.

“I think he means to say that since their initial prophecy didn’t come to pass, they’re willing to find other avenues to prevent the frontier’s perceived destruction.” Baxter doesn’t look up once as he’s typing and scrolling through notes. “Despite the fact that they expect us to demand a high price for our aid, they believe we and they have a similar strength level and overall inner philosophy. Trying to fight fire with fire, in other words.”

...Wait. “Waaaaaait. You want us to kill this ‘Umbra’ in exchange fooooor…” you let the question trail off.

“Name your desire. The Wulu have knowledge of many things. Riches unmarked by the sun for ages. Ancient stones imbued with power overwhelming.” The way the chief moves his fingers is fluid and creepy. “Secrets of nature the new men do not know.”

>You’re interested.
>Not interested.
>What’s this prophecy, anyway?
>Other.
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>>1035508
>What’s this prophecy, anyway?
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>>1035508
>What’s this prophecy, anyway?
Haha, as soon as we realize they're talking about the D-list scrubs, we should shut them down.
Because the reputation of our entire company is on the line, held hostage by those fags.

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>Previous threads: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Mewtwo%20Awakens%20quest.

I am Mewtwo, the result of an experiment to make the world's most powerful pokèmon. When my creators sought to control me, I broke out and left to find my origins, as well as the limits of my strength.

>Last time, we searched for the Silverock gym leader and instead found an old man who claims to be the ex-gym leader and has some issues with the current one. We accepted his challenge to a battle, but let Vulpix fight first...

I close my eyes and reach out with my thoughts to get a grip on Durant's location. The snow provides little resistance and I'm soon able to find it. Keeping track of Durant, I pulse <Its coming up from beneath you. Dodge right and hit it with a confuse ray in 3, 2, 1... now!>

Vulpix leaps out of the way in time, but as Durant bursts from under the snow, it launches a cloud of rocks, dirt and ice into the air as well, hiding it from sight and blasting Vulpix with the shrapnel. Vulpix sees a glimmer of metal in the cloud, and launches a confuse ray at it, only to find that Durant is no longer there and instead is right in front of her, slicing at her with its metal legs as it scuttles past, rust forgotten.

I can feel Vulpix wince as the claws connect. Thankfully, when it comes around for a second attack, I'm able to pinpoint it for Vulpix to hit with a second confuse ray. Durant staggers slightly, but keeps on coming and connects a second time leaving Vulpix almost visibly unsteady. <Do you want to swich out?> I ask her, but she stubbornly refuses thinking <I have to be able to beat an old, weak pokemon like that one.>

Now that Durant is confised, Vulpix can go back to chipping away with Icy winds and evading Durants pincers. The next time Durant attempts to Dig, it hits a harder than normal rock and crashes, allowing Vulpix to direct several shards of Ice down the hole, causing Durant to freeze and get recalled. The old man states "The thing about steel types is that they aren't always strong and slow, as my next pokemon will demonstrate. Before I do though, I'd recommend calling back that vulpix. Even I can see it's wobbling."

There's a fierce determonation pouring off of Vulpix right now, but what the old man is saying is correct. Vulpix is perilously close to fainting right now.
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I ask Vulpix <You look like you are about to faint, do you want to keep fighting?>

I can feel a fire in Vulpix's thoughts as she replies <I'll crush whatever gets in my way, or faint trying.>


I tell the old man <I'm her friend, not her master and she wants to keep battling.>

The old man replies "That's a good perspective to have, just remember that as a trainer it's your job to make the tough decisions because your pokemon often can't. Now go, Luke!"

A tall blue and black pokemon bursts out of the thrown pokeball, and using the flash of the pokeball as cover, it dashes in close and unleashes a rapid series of punches and kicks upon Vulpix, who can only muster up a small shard of ice before being overwhelmed and sent flying back.

She lands in a snowdrift unconcious but unhurt as Lucario adopts a cautious stance, blue scarf flapping in the wind as snow falls in gusts between us.

The old man says "There is no trying, nothing can outspeed Luke. What pokemon are you going to send in next?" As he says this, I notice that he's lost his slight hunch and is moving a lot more than he was before.

I step forward to take Vulpix's place and announce <I'm the next challenger.>

The old man sighs and says "It's pointless, all but the most powerful psychics and martial artists don't stand a chance against a pokemon, and Luke is one of the strongest pokemon around. If you don't have another pokemon then I've won and there's no point embarassing and potentially injuring yourself."

<You misunderstand.> I retort. <My name is Mewtwo, and I have the potential to be the worlds strongest pokemon. I sought out the gym leader in order to beat them and prove my superiority.>

The old man laughs and says "Pure strength is meaningless, but this battle just got even better. Lets do this Luke!"

I've seen Luke's speed and I'll have to move before he does in order to hit him before he hits me twice.

>Pick a move and roll 1d100 (Bonuses for creative strategies.)

> Psychic
> Flamethrower
> Charge beam
> Detect
> Other (Sandstorm, recover, psyshock, telekinesis, thunderwave, laser focus)


> Note: all telekinetic conversation looks like <this> now, so I can keep consistent when on my phone.
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>>1034931
> Flamethrower
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Rolled 58, 49 = 107 (2d100)

>>1034951
It seems like nobody else is here, so calling votes now. 1st dice is mewtwo, second is Luke.

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previous thread >>>997469

Ambrose: [Error: Target X1 does not exist, target D3 out of range]

Hawk: That's not how demo charges work, but I'll let it slide for now. [Cloak failed, hostile units have line of sight to you.]

Beekeeper:[Unable to complete move, not enough mobility to overcome terrain obstacle. Error, target out of range.]


>Standby for NPC phase
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>>1032985
"The Command center's down that should deactivate the turrets and hobble their mech forces. Looks like they're not giving up yet."

>standby for aftermath
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>>1033071
"We have to end this soon! Take out the last command tank or the power generator and it'll be over!"

>Declare actions, next turn is the last turn. I'll probably process it sometime tomorrow evening.
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Rolled 13, 18 = 31 (2d20)

>>1033100
Destroy a command tank? Hell, I'd do that on principle...and I will! Come on Excess, one last push! For Turkee!

>Aim (+4 hit, +2 crit)
>Move 33333
>Alpha strike D1

Wow, what a mission. We brought 20 elite mechs overall and lost 13 (I think) thus far. One of them was pecked to death by turkeys. No amount of money is going to make up for the ignominy of this shameful display on our part.

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Agi: 5
EDef:8(12) (auto resist, counter hack)
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Armour: Ablative
Torso: ECCM Pod, Guidance disruptor, Sensor pod
RA: Laser rifle
LA: Laser rifle
Legs: Thruster Array
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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!

The briefing room was crowded. MUCH more crowded this time. Not only were the benches and chairs packed to the brim with shipgirls from various nations, but you also note quite a number of regular naval officers and special forces troopers standing in the aisles and towards the back of the room, with a very few select lucky ones finding space to sit among the shipgirls, though you figure they had "connections" to get that sort of perk...

ANYWAYS, as always, the Admiral and Captain were up at the front of the room, facing everybody. Ever since you had passed information about Pacifica's existence to them, you hadn't heard a peep about her, and subsequent attempts to contact her via datalink by both you and Anna were unsuccessful, most likely because she had been disconnected from the network one way or another. It honestly kind of made you concerned.

However, you had the briefing to focus on. During the mad shuffle to find seating, you found yourself ending up sitting among...

>The destroyers.
>The cruisers.
>The battleships.
>The carriers.
>The submarines.
>Other
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>>1041834
>>The carriers.
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>>1041834

>The battleships.
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>>1041834
>The destroyers.

I seriously have to wonder if Pacifica is really that outgoing IRL and not just a super shy shipgirl.

Speaking of datalinks...what OS does Hoel run on?

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You are Gurie Niamc, a slightly older pokemon trainer and you are currently facing down the fearsome Darkrai.

You and Mimikyu are stalwart and should you win you will officially be the cutest pokemon duo in the entire tournament!

Well you will reach the finals. Which is all the better for you. To be honest being the cutest is a lot of responsibillity.

The boombox in the center of the arena is playing its chiptune as you face off in the battle version of musical chairs. If you fire a move off when the music cuts out you are banned from using that move for the rest of the fight.

The odds seem against you but if this duo was so indomitable why haven't you heard of this Tobias guy before?


>Pick a move
>Play nice. Weaken the foe
>Phantom Force, whatever Darkrai is planning dont let it
>Disarming voice, fairy moves are strong against dark types
>Thundershock, try to paralyze it quickly
>Phantom Hole. If hes going to use a legendary and be unfair, you are going to be unfair.
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>>1034069
Fuck it, phantom hole.
Time for a live fire trial.
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>>1034069
>Phantom Hole. If hes going to use a legendary and be unfair, you are going to be unfair
Fuck it, we're doing it live.
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>>1034069
>Phantom Hole
Family fun for everyone! :D

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Marcus, the Doll Shop owner and Kuma (along Miya) were having a chat.

You decide to not bring up to either of them your theory that you could rig Miya's pituitary gland to produce gigantism. Additionally, you decide to not opt to become one of his employees - you considered to be better off on your own anyways. However, once the whale and the towering Doll left, you approached him.

"Hey, Marcus." you prompted.

"Yeah?"

"You know that I do Doll fixes and jobs, yeah? You can call me anytime you get a client who needs some fixing to see if I can do anything. And you'd get a finder's fee for it. How about 10% of the pay?"

Marcus looked at you for a moment, then aside, then back. "Well, alright. Sure. No guarantees about how many people I will send you though, but if I get something good, I'll send it to you for sure."

He shrugged. "No problem."

You took his hand to shake it enthusiastically. "Thank you!". You didn't lose anything with this kind of deal, because you weren't obligated to take the jobs they send your way anyway.

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The workday ended, and Marcus finally payed up the $150 he owed Akira, granting you a total balance of $1200, ($1050 your, $150 Akira). You've already decided that any money she earned would need to pass by your approval first when it came to spending it, however you formally can't freely spend that money yourself (because its not yours). From now on, every day (if she goes to work and all), Akira will earn $50 more from her 'salary'.

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"M-Money!" Akira cheered, nuzzling the bill, giggling. "It's amazing how a little piece of paper can be worth so much, Blake. Like, stickers at that mall store also have all of these shiny and cool stuff, but they're worth so little!"

You chuckled to yourself, as you gave her a quick look up from browsing some news on your phone. You noticed that under sleek, regal collarbones, her shirt was gently tented forwards about a thumb in length. She had been at that chest size for a bit now, but you still hadn't gotten used to it. "...That's economics for you." you told her, not really entirely sure yourself how the 'value' of paper money worked either, as you tried to avert your stare away from her round chest. You took a peek back up at her face, noticing her calmly looking at you. She must've seen you stare at her chest. However, Akira simply tilted her head slightly and smiled warmly.

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(cont)
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You went into the shower as Akira cooked dinner, and let the shower water run. You sat on the toilet, and started to browse your stash of porn in your mobile phone, flipping through doujins and videos. Masturbating in front of Akira was something you had never done, and after her own initial stumbles with that, she had started to become very discreet with her own 'sessions' as well. Likely in imitation of you.

You then put your phone on the sink, and stared at the wall. Akira likes you. And you liked Akira too, and you both make out and cuddle nearly every night. Could you go ahead and try to have sex?

You scratched your chin. Sex should be simple, right? Just insert plug A into socket B and then go go go.

But it scared you, somehow. You just had never done it before. What if you messed it up? What if you lost something with Akira?

Or what if it goes really well?

You rubbed your chin again and stared lower into the wall. How would you decide to proceed?

>Abstain from having sex with Akira for at least a few weeks. This isn't the time, even if she approaches you for it.
>Approach Akira with warm enthusiasm and aim to escalate physical affection up into sex. (building up over a couple days if necessary)
>Have a talk with her about what her thoughts about sex and follow her lead from there.
>Don't bring up the topic and wait for Akira to make a move onto you first, and then follow her lead from here.

>Write in
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>>1032822
>>Approach Akira with warm enthusiasm and aim to escalate physical affection up into sex. (building up over a couple days if necessary)
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>>1032822
>Approach Akira with warm enthusiasm and aim to escalate physical affection up into sex. (building up over a couple days if necessary)

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>QM Questions:
How much control do your players have over your world? How much of your world changes to suit what the players want to do?

>Player Question:
Players who have quit a quest, what drove you to it? Players who have never quit a quest, what would make you drop one in an instant?
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>>1032534
>Player Question:
When everyone else goes pants on head retarded and QM just goes with it. Also, when they bitch why they fail afterwards.
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Qm not ded
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>>1032491

>QM Question
The players haven't really had any control of the world as far as I can remember. All of that has been set pretty much in stone from my end, as far as I can recall anyways.

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You have been for Close to 6 month to get here, finally you made it through the narrow pass and into the forbidden valley. A huge 30 km expanse enclosed between the red mountains and the sea. Various temples and what looks like the pillars of stone cities are visible in the distance. No going back now, only kings get to ride home from here !
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Close to you to the East is a small shrine to Oreel the god of travelers . To the West another sacred building to Flijra goddess of archery. Where to ?
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>>1035684
East
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The shrine is round with several domed spires about 20 feet at the highest. In the back there stands an altar to Oreel his long hair and bushy beard clearly identifieable on the ageless wooden statue. Burned incense sticks have long consumed themselves maybe since your now defunct king has been here 70 years ago. A stack of unused incense sticks lies at your right. The temple seems full of dark nooks and cranies (you have a flint in your pocket)

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Your name is DAN FARNICK and you're in a bit of a bind here.

You see, you have found the ALCHEMY WARP, a magical rift in spacetime that can COMBINE ITEMS. Sometimes LITERALLY sometimes METAPHORICALLY.

You finally found it.
It took days of searching. But you finally found it.

You're going to use it to rule the world.
This things power is not to be underestimated. It is said that it could even create items with MAGICAL PROPERTIES. But even if that winds up being untrue, it can still make all kinds of awesome shit.

But before you can take it for yourself, you need to pass a test.

You were trapped in this room. You must escape.

If you can do it, you will be granted the use of this power any time you want.

If you can't...
Well, you guess your going to starve to death?

...But it won't be a problem. You're sure that you can escape long before that happens.

But with that said...

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You don't really have a lot to work with.
You have a scrap of paper, two pennies, a half-eaten bag of cheetos, a pack of juicy fruit gum, and your pocketknife.

Okay, so according to the old legends, alchemy works something like this:

Dump at least two things in the alchemy warp, wait a moment,and then it spits out an item that is a combination of the ones you put in it. Sometimes it is literally a combination of them, sometimes metaphorically, and often both.

You must be careful though, as the warp will sometimes destroy the items you put in it! You will need to be careful with your limited resources.

Some things are more likely to get destroyed than others. The more complex the item you're making, the more likely it is that you will lose items. Mixing more than two items at a time will pretty much guarantee that at least one of them will be destroyed.

Perhaps you should try to make an item with lot's of pieces that you can take off or something, so you can make a lot of stuff with it. Hopefully you won't run out of items before that.

So.
What will you do?

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*Are not to scale
By the way, what I mean by this in that, for example, your knife is not that big compared to your bag of cheetos.
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>>1032594
Throw the two pennies into the warp.

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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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It's a rare occasion where Esyllt is sitting with you in the pavilion instead of Reagan. There are no petitioners, however; you're waiting for the arrival of her father, Meurig Coleran. She doesn't know why her merchant father wants to meet you aside from the fact that it must involve business, but that's self-evident.

The rest of your plans are proceeding on their own for the moment. You've sent a request for instructors and Myrddin and Reagan have gotten in touch with some trustworthy people in Olstren so you can deal with Duke Ferrid, so right now, you just need to wait until you hear back from them.

"Is there anything I should know before your father arrives?"

"Nothing you don't know or at least suspect already," Esyllt says. "He's a merchant, and he prioritizes profit over all else. He doesn't waste time or effort on sentimentality, but he understands the need to plan for the future." She absentmindedly pats her stomach. "He wishes to see the mercantile empire he built continue, but he won't make unfair demands. He can be difficult to deal with sometimes, but he insists on keeping his deals fair; he always told me that trust leads to future business."

A prudent sentiment for a merchant to have. It's much the same for a ruler, although sitting on a throne can occasionally require a flexible sense of honour.

The doors part and the herald standing outside speaks up.

"Mister Meurig Coleran."

Esyllt's father is tall, dark, and… tall and dark. He calmly strides into the hall, hands clasped behind his back as if he was strolling through a garden, and bows slightly when he reaches the middle of the room.

>[Dilettante/1d12] "Thank you for coming to visit us, Mister Coleran."
>[Dilettante/1d10] "Welcome to Degfford, Mister Coleran."
>[Dilettante/1d8] "Mister Coleran. Tell me, why have you come here?"
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>>1040535
>[Dilettante/1d10] "Welcome to Degfford, Mister Coleran."
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>>1040535
>[Dilettante/1d10] "Welcome to Degfford, Mister Coleran."
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>>1040535
>[Dilettante/1d10] "Welcome to Degfford, Mister Coleran."

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Far off, nestled in an otherwise small Japanese town lies the Dark Gate Academy. An institution of tremendous size, the Academy holds a long kept secret. Unknown to the outside world, this unseemly town is home to a tear in our reality. A gate between our world and a bizarre dimension known as the Darkworld. The inhabitants of this hellish world breach this gate and attempt to flood into our reality and spread throughout the world on a regular basis. However, the Dark Gate Academy is home to students of truly extraordinary abilities. The ability to sense the presence of these evil Darkworld creatures, and defeat them in combat, sending them back through the gate.

They cannot close the rift between our world and the Darkworld, but the students and staff of Dark Gate Academy have dedicated their lives to using their amazing powers to hold back the darkness that plagues our world, even if it costs them their lives. They have risen up to the challenge and in secret have become great heroic defenders of the world as we know it.

For many years, Dark Gate Academy has held back the forces of the Darkworld, kept this unspeakable evil contained within their walls. But a dark cloud approaches, and times are about to change. A new chapter in the tale of Dark Gate Academy is about to begin.

>Previously on Dark Gate Academy...
The tournament of The Conqueror began.
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Something's been bothering me, Ryoji...

“Yeah, and what's that?” you ask. “Because a lot of stuff's been bothering me. The power of that Odysseus guy, the fact that we haven't seen Hermes yet, your entire history with The Conqueror that you never told us about...”

Ryoji... there's something very odd about The Conqueror. Namely his physical form.

You raise an eyebrow. “Right... I guess you Archdemon's could always perceive each-other in your non-physical forms... but the fact that we and all these other demons can actually see him means that he must have a host, right?”

That's the thing,” Stranger explains. “As far as I can tell... he doesn't. He's just a suit of armor. Honestly, I'm very curious as to how he pulled that off...

Hmm... so you've never seen him in this form before?

Stranger snorts. “What? You expected The Conqueror to show up and stab my children in person?

Oh... sorry...

“Hey, Raiden!” Akemi yells. “You're up next! You know what that means!”

“Yes...” Raiden mutters, brooding as always. “It means I'll be able to test myself against the power of a demon, to be able to get a small measure of revenge against this disgusting world and all that it-”

“It means you get a good-luck hug!” Akemi exclaims with glee, as she mobs him with a strong hug.

“Gah!” Raiden yells. “Akemi, you can't just-”

“Besties can hug each-other all the time!” Akemi smiles, squeezing him tight. “Be careful, Raiden!”

“Akemi...” Raiden mutters in a sad tone, before placing his hand atop her head, ruffling her hair a little before breaking away.

“Don't screw up,” Akuro jokes as Raiden makes his way down the steps.

Raiden scoffs. “I'll try.”

Raiden steps out onto the battleground below, readying his pistols as the demon in question comes out.

“HIS OPPONENT... THE DECEPTIVE TIRESIAS!”

Out steps a demon with horns and a long tail, and a glowing hand that suggests he's some kind of magic user. “For you, Maya...” Raiden mutters, clutching the locket around his neck before readying himself for battle.

>[SELECT AN ACTION FOR RAIDEN]
>Fire relentlessly at the demon.
>Try to get up close for point blanc shooting.
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>Try to get up close for point blanc shooting.
CRAWWWWLING IN MY SKIIIIN
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>>Try to get up close for point blanc shooting.

>You expected The Conqueror to show up and stab my children in person?
Rip Stranger babies

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I'm hitler the current leader of Germany and the worlds only hope of salvation and I require your assistance
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You know what? Fuck it. I'm just tired and buzzed enough to give whatever the fuck this is a try.
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I am now Joseph Goebbels
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put gun in mouth and commit suicide, my dear fuhrer

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A chorus of metallic screeches and pneumatic hissing greets you as you wake up. Bound to a sheer, cold surface, your eyes strain to make sense of the situation. Your skin crawls, aches, and burns in horrible alternations, but the clamor of noise soon eclipses you pain. A booming klaxon, accompanied by orange flashes, signal your freedom.

The device you are trapped in spills open, sending you to the ground in a heap. You feel your bare skin tighten and contort as your lungs fail to function. Writhing on the ground, your senses slowly return as your body normalizes. You take a few minutes to recover...

When you regain your wits, you look up to discover where you are: a dingy, ruined medical bay. The tables and drawers against the far wall have been utterly ransacked, and the dispensing unit on the wall has been torn to jagged shreds. The device you were stuck in sits idle behind you, much less intimidating now that you're free. It's the sole device in this room that's intact.

You get up and try to open the only door in the room, but it doesn't budge. Continued attempts result in a meek and garbled message being played from some unseen speaker. The only clue is a sign on the door, barely legible and worn by years of neglect.

"Step back! A doctor will be here shortly."

You hear a sound come from the ceiling, and turn just in time to see a package fall from where the dispenser was once connected. A piece of paper flutters after it.

Lifting the package, you grab the paper and start reading.

"Welcome back to PR-R Colony. Unfortunately, you have died while serving your sentence. Don't worry! Our innovations in reconstruction technology means you get another chance. Here are your details:"

A large block of the text is scrambled or misprinted here.

"Please, get dressed and remain calm while a doctor is alerted to your revival."

The package contains a medical gown, three syringes, and a 'Bazzo Supreme!' canned iced coffee.

"Well, fuck..."

>Wait patiently for the doctor... or someone.
>Drink the coffee. Then ram that door. Someone's gonna pay.
>Search the room for any vents. If worse comes to worse, climb the fucking dispenser chute. I hate being trapped!
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>Wait patiently for the doctor... or someone.
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>>Wait patiently for the doctor... or someone.
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>>1033713
>Drink the coffee. Then ram that door. Someone's gonna pay.

Still On The First Island

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Pokemon%20Island%20Adventure%20Quest
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Character info pastebin in progress: http://pastebin.com/iB0tb7rz

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 are up in the air. Suggestions are welcome. We'll be trying some new things out so I appreciate your patience as we fine tune it. Stronger moves tend to take more time and have more cooldown than weaker moves, so beware of that timing. I also want to try a more varied turn system so you and your opponent can do a few things in a row more often. 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.

Pokemon:
Gobble (Munchlax)
Mace (Roggenrola)
Belladonna (Roselia) - With Valerie

Badges: 1

Recently: You meditated, battled Polu, lost Mace as he rocketed off into the distance, got captured by wild pokemon, and found Mace after a long trek.
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First for holy shit those feels
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Sorry you don't feel well gobble.
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It's not very good obviously, never drawn before so I'll only get better though. Please forgive my lack of knowledge of the human anatomy and hope you feel better gobble.

Also pretend she has feet and hands, and that I wasn't just too lazy to draw them

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"You might be a smart girl, but you aren't a lucky one"

You play as Delilah, an unfortunate young girl going through tough times.

Right now, we are currently playing as Lawrence!
=Links and Information=
Archives:

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=aCowboyNamedSue

Thanks to an anon, here is the pastebin of just the text. With threads purposely being misarchived, this should be available and accessible instead:
Melancholic Quest Collection 1 (1-4): http://pastebin.com/hTK0fQmd
Melancholic Quest Collection 2: http://pastebin.com/cX4HC6Q9
Melancholic Quest Collection 3: http://pastebin.com/sTuR8xJv
Melancholic Quest Collection 4: http://pastebin.com/RPwa7nEt
Melancholic Quest Collection 5: http://pastebin.com/DJ71TtFc
Melancholic Quest Collection 6: http://pastebin.com/xxCdZfx6
Melancholic Quest Collection 7: http://pastebin.com/7skcyeX0

Quick Glance (SPOILERS) The quick Who is Who and what Delilah has. Mostly accurate.:

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1wXNWJdAKuqw-btrHDbvSkN5Gj3QhdY28XNKRUXMLHu0/edit#heading=h.8xfgre7nxqty

Twitter; @Cowboy_Sue
Discord; https://discord.gg/8CCdcQ3 <--updated to be working
Chat room with me and other players. I answer questions, post sketches, and act cheeky.
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"Just wash those off and poke a few holes in them. We'll boil them in a moment." Already, your mother has set Delilah to work at the sink and with a pile of potatoes to the side. When you take a seat at the table Delilah can barely hide her smile, working diligently on her task at hand. On the table rests a large pile of mail, looking to be built up from a long absence.

"I'm learning how to make Shepard's pie!" Delilah says excitedly.

"You missed it Lawrence. It was really cute earlier..." Mom takes out a cutting board and knife, getting vegetables prepped and ready. "When I told her we were making pie she looked so excited till I brought out the potatoes and onions." Your mother chuckles at this all while Delilah's face turns red.

"I thought she was talking about dessert..." she mumbles under her breath, trying to work fast now. With her sleeves rolled up and hair pulled back, a determined look on her face, it would be hard to say that Delilah didn't look cute like this.

"Lot of... mail." You point out, taking notice that it has all been bundled together.


"Hm? Oh, right. Jacks and I were away for a little bit, over Minnesota to see your aunt. She's downsizing and since her daughter just had a baby we went to go help for a bit. We were only gone about two weeks, but they held all of our mail at the post office. Course your father said he would bring it in but kept forgetting to, we've been back almost a week and just barely went for it. That man forgets things more often than he wants to admit." Out comes the cast iron pan, the same one she had been using for years. Seeing her cook at the stove is a familiar sight, even if it's been years since you last saw it.

"That's a long way from here, isn't it?" Delilah asks.


"If you don't like car rides it can probably be a bit of a boring ride. I'm just glad you guys stopped by when you did and not a few days earlier. There might not have been anyone here- well, I guess you know where the spare key is, right Lawrence?"

"Flower pot?"

"Yeah, still the same one. Could have let yourselves in that way I guess, but I'm glad we could have been here to see you."

Feeling guilty and uncomfortable you decide to occupy yourself in the meantime, tearing away the bindings to sort through the mail.


"Tell me if you see anything from Natalie in there!" Mom says as you get to work, pulling out obvious and obnoxious adverts and tossing them to the side at your leisure. As much as it would be nice to talk with the girls you're mostly in here for the sake of stopping any too prying questions. For the most part your mother seems preoccupied with showing Delilah what to do next, setting up a new cutting board and showing her the safe way to cut the potatoes.

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Delilah struggles with using the knife a bit but learns to handle it as she goes along, becoming more confident in the motions.

"At this rate, you won't need to take home EC in school."


"I don't know about that..." Delilah's eyes dart down at the talk of classes, trying to avoid the subject without being too obvious.

"Actually, aren't you about the age for that or did they not have those classes at your last school?"

"They did, but for the classes above me. I think people could start joining band then too."

"Band, huh?" she asks, adding meat to the pan. "Was that something you wanted to try?"

"Um... maybe. I don't know if I would really be good at playing anything though..."

"Well music isn't for everyone. Maybe you'll be like Lawrence and draw instead. I heard one of the schools nearby always takes students to one of the art museums just two hours away, I bet those are nice trips." As your mother continues to talk about school Delilah keeps quiet, looking bitter about the subject more than anything else. "When's the last you went? There's no way any of the schools here have a winter break this long."


"Um...last year. Before Christmas, I mean. We moved before I could finish the semester, and...and I'm supposed to catch up with everything later and g-go back in the fall..."

"We?"

"Me and my mom..."

"Just you two? Where's your mo-"


"Found it." You jump up, the letter your mother had been anticipating in hand. Keeping it aside as you sorted through the mail, it serves as a proper distraction as your mother cleans her hands off and gleefully tears into it. As she gushes over the vacation pictures her friend enclosed within, you try to look over at Delilah. She's set down the knife, instead holding her head with a pained and mournful look in her eyes.

"Oh, she's so lucky!" Mom says, flipping through the pictures, "For their anniversary the two of them went on a cruise. Oh look how ni- Sweetie, are you feeling okay?" Your mother takes notice of Delilah too, setting aside the pictures and a hand pressed against red cheek. "Do you feel sick right now?"

"My head just hurts a little... I'm sorry. Can I go wash my face off real quick...?"


"Of course, I've got this handled. Just tell me if you feel any worse, we'll be in here." Your mother watches as Delilah walks off to the bathroom, sighing and taking a seat by you. "I hope I wasn't pushing her too far. She must be going through a difficult time right now..." It's obvious to you that she's trying to egg out any information, to squeeze out what information you would know. Pretending to be too occupied, you go through the last pieces of mail. Mostly junk, you barely take the time to scan over any of it.

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"She's not pregnant, is she?" The question nearly makes you choke on the spot, instantly bringing concern to your mother's face. "Oh lord, is sh-"

"No! She... she's not." Just try to regain your composure now.

"Sorry sorry, its just that if she's randomly feeling sick like this... well I guess I just want to check off the possibilities." Your mother rises from the table, going for a cup of coffee out of instinct while you try to ignore the need to smoke. She would hate to learn that you still do it, especially more than you used to. Even as an adult you might end up finding yourself sneaking off for a cigarette.


Just wait a while longer, you tell yourself. Look through all the stupid junk mail for now and-

The James Bower Children's Charity Drive

Just a postcard sized advert, the words alone would be enough to ignite a fire inside you.

Seeing the image of him with a boy and girl at his arms, smiling wide like he's done nothing wrong, makes your hands tremble with fury.


With nowhere else to take the building up rage, you can only tear the card into pieces.

"Whoa wait, what are you doing?" With your mother calling out you stop, pieces falling to the table. She picks up one of the scraps, looking over it. "Why are you tearing this up? This is just one of those mass invitations I guess so it's not that important, but we get sent these for donating to him-"

"Why?!"

"Why...? We try to do donations once in a while and we'd like to try and keep them local, to places that we know aren't going to end up abusing the money we send. I mean its not like we send a whole lot, but we like to help out the best we can." She sounds absolutely confused right now, unable to understand why you've become so distraught. Down in your palm rests the wrinkled and bent of piece of Bower's toothy smile, a flash of pain coming with the new wave of anger you begin to feel.


>Try to act like its nothing, don't worry your mother
>Tell your mother that this is a bad man, leave it vague
>Tell her Delilah has been hurt by this man
>Write-In

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