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You have a sister?

That's a revelation that has begin bouncing around in your skull for the past four hours ever since Marcus left you that piece of info for you. Now you're in your room, pacing in a wide circle like a caged Prowler.

You thought back to your life. Your old life, before it all began. And you found nothing. You have memories of friends, family, but their faces are hard to grasp and at times you can barely recall the sound of their voices.

But no sister. Nothing.

And that aggravates you.

A knock on the door rips you from your pacing thoughts.

>Answer.
>Tell them to fuck off.
>Write in.

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I regret nothing.
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You are Brianna la Croix, immortal(?) pirate necromancer, and you're pretty sure this is a mutiny. You are not standing for this shit, not with everything on the fucking line.

"Rachael, that's not going to work how you think it is," you shout over the din. "Stand down!"

"No." The First Mate can't seem to line up a decent shot through the fire and battle. "No! You won't take my home away from me! You can't just leave me to die!"

"Rachael, I /order you/ to /stand down/!" you repeat. You whistle sharply, bringing Hati and Skoll up into an attack posture.

You see Rachael visibly struggling. The urge to follow orders is strong in her, and her gaze flicks to you, full of anger and outrage and, yes, fear.

In your memory, you hear Lora telling you that it takes a very special kind of mortal to handle immortality.

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“One, two, three, four! One, two, three, four! One, two, three, four!”

Redemption is busy leading your Starship Girls in stretching exercises. They'll want to limber up, half of them are going on a combat sortie, the other half will be on expedition. The reason everyone is working at double time right now though is because it's the end of the week, and Lord Vader's task force is expected to arrive some time today. They should be in hyperspace, but they haven't communicated where they are or how long they will be until they arrive. Truth be told, you're not looking forward to a visit from Lord Vader. His Starship Girls, sure, but not him personally. He's like a giant black mass of death and destruction.

Even your skill in cheating the system has its limits, and Lord Vader is the limit.

F4 rolls into your leg, shaking you awake from your day dreaming as you watch the girls from nearby. It's at least a relatively warm day out in Mygeeto, hence why the girls chose to go outside to exercise, and why you're sitting back and watching them exercise. “Sir. Are you just going to sit out here and watch the girls exercise?”

“Yes, why?”

F4 stares at you. “Well, sir. Should we not try to make the base a bit more presentable for Lord Vader's arrival?”

“What do you think Prosecutor has been doing all of yesterday? The industrious girl has been at it,” you say. “Besides, as much as I do want to try and score brownie points with Lord Vader, I don't think he'll be concerned with a clean base. I think he's more concerned with results.” F4 whirls his dome skeptically. “Besides. I need to relax myself, calm myself, you know?”

“With what?” he asks. You point to the girls as they do push ups. Finalizer and VP's very generous assets were tapping the ground each time they went down, squeezing gently- “Sir. Really?”

“What?” You glare at him, annoyed. “They don't mind! They love a vigilant Admiral who cares about their being-in-shape. Don't you, girls!?” you yell to them.

Redemption waves to you. “Yes, we do!”

“Besides, I-” You sneeze, quickly rubbing your nose a little. “Excuse me. Look, F4. Have some faith in me.”

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>Fire! Spreading through the galaxy, dividing it into two pieces- The Republic, backed by the ancient order of Knights known as the Jedi, and the Confederacy of Independent Systems, backed by their endless droid armies and corporate sponsors, using independence as a front for their nefarious purposes. All the while, the insidious Sith lurk in the shadows, playing both sides.

Alternatively...

>A shackle rests on the galaxy. The Jedi order fell, long ago, and the oppresive Empire took the place of the once bright Republic. The Sith now hold the galaxy in an iron fist, and only a brave few, known as the Rebel Alliance, have the means to slip through. Is there any hope left here?

Or...

>Victory! Because of the heroic efforts of Luke Skywalker, the Galaxy is free! But, from the ashes, the First Order rises....

>As the music of the battlefield spreads through the galaxy, more and more lives find their paths entangled with it. But, where do you stand....

>Clone Wars
>Rebellion
>Post-Rebellion

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You are floating. You know you’re asleep, at least you think you are, but it feels… odd. You feel like you’ve lost any and all physical form, bones and organs seemingly vanished without a trace, leaving you with a feeling of emptiness that feels oddly comforting.

The dream you previously had barely comes to mind, merely a footnote as the feeling of relaxation takes you. You somehow feel… powerful.


>This is the part where we upgrade our powers!

>Currently, we have 4 Psychic Points (See pastebin for explanation) and can upgrade our powers for a bonus to our rolls, or get new powers all together! Here’s the list!

> Psychokinesis: (LVL. 2, +1 Bonus, the ability to manipulate the world around you, and how finely you can do so. You can now lift the equivalent of a minivan, but not without stress.) (3 PP to upgrade)


> Psionic Strength: (LVL. 1; While weak before, Roland is now able to hold up to 60-70 pounds in either hand, without visible strain for 20-30 minutes. This stat can be increased if worked at.) (2 PP to upgrade)


> Psionic Healing: (LVL. 1; This affects Roland's recovery time and varies other factors. An injury that would take a year or so to heal now only takes a few months, same applies to other wounds but varies on severity. Scrapes and bruises and the like now only take a day or two, while scarring and laceration only takes a week or two at worst.) (2 PP to upgrade)


> Psionic Shield: (LVL. 1; Roland is able to block attacks with a literal mental force field. As of now it is able to block only a few strikes before shattering, and is useless against most fire-arms other than pistols. Varies in effectiveness versus knives and blades, dependent on the quality and the weapon and strength/skill/etc. of the user.) (2 PP to upgrade)


> Astral Projection: (LVL. 1; As with most Psychics and Mediums, Roland is able to project his consciousness across a few city blocks. He cannot do it voluntarily though, as he's not honed it. In his astral state he can view all that happens within the ground he covers.)


> Mind Reading: (LVL. 1; Though he has been able to read minds for a while, these are only the thoughts of people who aren't mentally prepared. The likes of Jean Grey, Charles Xavier, and Magneto are *WAY* out of his reach.) (2 PP to upgrade)


NEW POTENTIAL POWERS: Here, you can choose to spend 4 Psychic Points to attain a either a newly developed power (starting at Lvl. 1) or choose to leave the selection up to chance, in which case we roll a 1d20.

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in memory of whale anon. you had a lot of whale picture, but you don't seem to post anymore, rip

make sure your whales don't extinct

as level one you can choose to level up 1 trait

traits
>girth [defence and attack but speed down]
>sonar [crit-rate and mana up but defence down]
>fluke [speed and attack up but crit-rate down]
>fins [mana and speed up but attack down]
>maw [attack and crit-rate up but speed down]
>blowhole [defence and mana up but attack down]
>breaching [speed and attack up but mana down]


when you level up you can buy more in traits.

when you start you all have 500 whales.

choose from one of 6 types of whales

blue whales

girthy and tanky, but slow and bad at everything else

attack:3
defence:13
speed:1
crit-rate: 6
mana: 7

Killer whale

the badass rogues of the whale world they kill everything. they do however suck at not dying

attack: 9
defence: 3
speed: 9
crit-rate: 5
mana: 2

Sperm whale

sperm whales are strong all rounders good for beginners, with just a little extra in crit-rate and mana

attack: 6
defence: 6
speed: 6
crit-rate: 8
mana: 8

narwhal

"some men just want to watch the world burn"

Attack:16
defence:1
speed:2
crit-rate: 7
mana: 2

hump back

do you like crits? do you like mana? those stats don't mean much to you? your going to ignore this and be a sperm whale? who gives a fuck!!

attack: 4
defence: 6
speed: 3
crit-rate: 10
mana: 11

Beluga

attack: 6
defence: 2
speed: 9
crit-rate: 11
mana: 6

kill other whales to win. when you run out of whales you lose. tell your whales to do stuff. extinction sucks so don't die

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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.

An elf for some reason wants to enter the bar, what do you do?

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Rolled 23 (1d100)

Last time you encountered severe lady troubles. Requiring you to consult with N and acquire the aid of the She Devil Beatrice. After that you did some scavenging in a strange town and did some excellent trader. Resulting in some some suspicious sights. More importantly you were able to ransom previously captured survivors for a bargain and acquired lots of high quality magical charms from the tribals. After that during your supposedly brief foray to acquire the services of your undead stalkers. You stumbled your way through some spooky woods finally ending up in a strange clearing where you met the only living thing you encountered in these woods. A flourishing tree vibrating with life. There you realized you were surrounded by the undead and encountered a female monster. Which you ended up fucking before somehow finding your way on the opposite side of the wrong mountain range.

There hopelessly lost you ran into two heroic figures going fishing before they ran from a beautiful voice that sung a song that brought things back out of the deep dark depths of the ocean...instead of going inside. You followed the two in increasingly dangerous territory crawling with monsters and zombies. In ever growing number.

There you now find yourself trying to figure out what to do.

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In the year 1986, crime in the United States is at an all-time high. Criminals, drugs, and guns flow into and out of the country from everywhere in the world, and the gateway to it all is the coastal paradise, Heat City. On the neon-soaked streets of this beating heart of scum and villany, you can get whatever you want -- if you can pay the price.

You are Johnny the thug, a man who lives by his fists first, and his wits second. Ever since you agreed to take one little job for the Bratva, your life has been turned upside-down and shaken violently. One thing led to another as you made enemies of one half of the city's underworld, and then the other half. With the help of some new friends, you went all-in and led a daring heist on the Triad's skyscraper fortress, Dragon's Nest.

It went great until you got shot and fell off the roof.

Twenty-five stories down.

You didn't expect to wake up after that. But here you are, in some kind of hospital bed. Unfortunately, that's turning out to be a whole new problem. The ways things are going for you, maybe you should have expected that.

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As your eyes open up once again from a restful night’s sleep, the outline of the hotel room comes back into view more over the popping of machine gun fire that echos off in the distance. A quick mental thought pulls your HUD up over your face, showing how it's nearly 7:30 AM in the morning.

A loud yawn escapes from your mouth. For you getting up at such a time is incredibly late. You used to get up every day at 5 or 5:30, meditate, exercise, practice, and eat breakfast before going to school. Even when you were wheelchair bound this didn’t change anything.

You can feel something heavy over your chest, which upon turning your head to the side you can see Marina sleeping next to you, ever so peacefully. Since the event with your sister, you and Marina have been spending a lot more time together. The gaping hole of betrayal left in your heart by your sister has been mended by Marina’s own efforts. You realize that everyone has their own flaws, yourself included, but it's these flaws that seem to make people so interesting. Marina may be dense at times, but you find her persistence charming. Once she is goaded into action, she becomes an incredibly reliable teammate who can be counted on. While she still is a crybaby, her other traits more than make up for that.

>INCMING TRNS: OSVALD

And Osvald’s impeccable timing to destroy the moment you’re having shines through once again.

(“Something wrong”) You’ve stopped giving pleasantries to Osvald recently, not as a gesture of malice but you swear he actually likes it better this way.

(“Hibiki, I’d like you to keep an eye on both Dexter and Wendy for me.”) Osvald replies to you.

(“They’re doing something stupid, aren’t they?”) you ask.

(“I’d use the term reckless, but correct.”) Osvald replies. (“Both of them displayed abnormal behavior patterns as of late. If I had to make a comparison, it would be similar to you about to meet your sister.”)

(“You think they’re going to make the same mistakes as I did? Osvald both of them are far more experienced than I am.”) you reply.

(“Emotions can cloud one’s proper judgement when they are of sufficient strength. Upon communication with them I detected a 91.192 percent chance of deception in Wendy and a 63.013 percent chance in Dexter. Hence I would like you to investigate what they are up to.”) Osvald replies.

(“Fine, give me some time to get up first.”) you reply to Osvald before hanging up.

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Choose a number and a name

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Detective Shepard, a canine with a mean demeanor and a hardline policy, returns to duty after being suspended during an investigation involving the beating of Thomas Redlake in an interrogation room. Obviously, the Detective was acquitted of all charges.

There's no denying it anymore: The tension that brews between civilians and policemen, crooked cops that infect the entire Police Department, and now a serial killer turns the streets of Woodmire into a hunting ground.

Detective Shepard is on the case, all while trying to dodge accusations of being dirty.

The next post will begin the quest.

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Welcome to Modern Necromacy Quest: Redux! This time we follow Liz Shepherd from Olim, Maine, an 18-year-old high school graduate who’s just received a tome of unending horror in the mail, and is on a quest to become the best damn necromancer she can...or at least have some fun along the way. So far we have
>Summoned a sassy cat ghost
>Claimed and secured a secret tree-house lair for all our dark needs
>gone to Portland to investigate a possibly supernatural library explosion
>failed a stealth check and got discovered by a guy digging around the library
>gotten pulled through a portal by said guy (Argus) and brought to the Seelie Court, one of two warring factions of Fae
>received an “invitation” to join the Seelie, and politely asked to meet their enemy, the Unseelie, before taking them up on it
>come home and discovered that somebody from the Unseelie is using a Stygian imp to spy on us (quite a nice imp he was, too)
>gone to a garden store and nursery with our Dad to pick up a few things, imp and cat-spirit still in tow
>narrowly avoided eating an apple at said nursery
>received a small white seed from a wizened old store clerk for our restraint
>studied up on raising multiple summons at once and googled some good info about wards
>found out that your sister is a lying jerk
>lurked in a chat between magic users and got a tip to look for Ulysses' grimoire to learn about warding
>got tired and went to bed
>woke up, went to the garden store to get some aconite for your lesser physical summons (not!skeltals)
>refused the pushy store clerk the chance to grow the seed herself
>went to portland to look for Ulysses' grimoire so as to learn warding from it
>scared off some magical thugs with a bit of namedropping and well-timed ghost usage
>found the shop we’d been directed to, destroyed a shoddy physical form (not!zombie)
>trapped the spirit animating it
>beaten up the old lady who created the form
>accidentally released the spirit when trying to remove evidence
>got ahold of Ulysses' grimoire
>permanently banished it with Cat's help
>had our injuries looked after, then concealed with a glamour from Argus
>gone home and slept like the dead (sorry)
>gone to the Unseelie Court in a rolls-royce
>Had a look around, and spotted another Necromancer's animal shade
>met up with the other necromancer (“Enkidu”) and started to talk
>learned he lived in Connecticut and is a bit further along than we are
>talked to a fishman about the politics of the court
>Joined the Unseelie
>narrowly escaped a fae party after getting our injuries (painfully) fixed
>returned home
>read some of Ulysses’ grimoire and tried to make a ward
>summoned Cat to take a look at our attempt
And that’s where we are now...

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Welcome to my first ever quest game! Its a bit of homebrewed xenomorph goodness thats been rolling around in my head for a while.

Rules are always good and I like to keep mine simple. Its D20 for most actions for complex action or groups youll roll 2-3 depending on its complexity/size of group. High rolls good, low roll bad. Ill accept the best of the first 3 rolls. A crit is auto accepted. 20's cancel 1's and vice versa. Ill accept any ideas that arent flat out retarded.