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This is Boruto Quest, a quest set in the universe of Naruto. It is during the generation of Naruto's son after everyone has graduated from their Genin exam. I haven't kept up with the series beyond the end of the original one, so this one is intended to recapture the feel of that time of Naruto. I will not be incorporating the main show or the Boruto movie's plot into the quest, although some recognizable characters will be present. You play as a 12 year old Chunin named Takeshi. You have been assigned a Jounin squad leader named Hanto, and your two squadmates are Kichiro, a young delinquent, and Ai, a strange social outcast of a girl. You are of average skill in most aspects, although your sharp intelligence, and your jack of trades skill set have brought you far. You're a Chunin of notable talent for your age. You're currently eating dinner with a friend.

http://pastebin.com/quPegDLF

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You've long heard stories of an adventurer named bob, years ago he saved the kingdom, though he was known to be silly, that was it. Not much is known about his life.

YOU, unknowingly, where born with the spirit of bob inside you, and this js YOUR adventure

THIS IS FIRST COME FIRTS SERVE, AND ONE STORY

Start by rolling "dice+1d7" to choose your class, (there are only 6 shown but there is a spirits cretin 7th), and tell me what kind of hair you want your character to have.

This jsnt and complicated system. Keep your abilities realistic for your class or you will and ways fail, just tell me what you want to do and I'll tell you when you need to roll.

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Story so far: http://lom678.deviantart.com/gallery/61172531/MoonQuest

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You really hope this roaring between Honamurei and this giant is civil discourse, because you're not really in a condition to help. Moreso even were you a hundred percent physically, experiencing death again wasn't pleasent and you do not want to fight a troll while reeling with that psychological hangover.

And while trying to keep it together your vvision turns off like a light, sending you tumbling into darkness whereyou sit up with a start. Supported by nothing but darkness and vaguely cloud-ish textured void.

Your body is probably lying facedown on the wet bridge's cold cobbles right now. But yet again you find yourself walking in dream land.

Wishing for a cigarette, you find one materializing clasped between your lips, pre-lit. Taking a drag makes you feel a lot more chill about being trapped in your own subconcious; standing here smoking is the best dream you've had since you can remember.

Reviewing the lat... however long that flashback took comes next:

Well at least you got some memories back.

You sigh and resign yourself to some dreamwalking.

> Lexington's Door is glowing.

> Wonder what this door with red leaves is?

> That door feels very... official

> Fuck these options

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Previous: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/909267/
Char Sheet: http://pastebin.com/gccDj2ef
Other chars: http://pastebin.com/0igFQkgf
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"We're leaving?" I ask tiredly, hanging by my knees from the massive tree Lifa grew just last night, vines and branches holding me in place as I look down and up at Alex and Karla, who are both flying up in the air.

Alex frowns, dressed in his usual armor, looking like he just shaved, from the scruff on his face and the smell around him. And Karla is dressed up as usual, like a proper lady.

"Its amazing" Alex says under his breath "How much your body defies even the most basic laws of physics"

"Alex" Karla says, smiling a cold smile at her brother as he looks away from my chest, making me chuckle heartily "Don't creep on our sister's girlfriend, Or let her allure break your morals"

"Sister, its kind of hard not to look and stare at her" He says softly, his ears twitching as he turns to his older sister, who's looking quite bossy with her arms crossed over her rippling dress "I mean her skin is just....fascinating"

Karla's eyes glow red as Alex shuts his eyes tightly.

"Alexander, open your eyes" She says sternly "I don't like being lied to, you know"

"And I don't lie" Alex says calmly, turning away "I also hate liars more than you do, dear sister, I mean sure she has a fantastic body no one can deny that, but her skin is what draws my eyes"

"Don't let Iris hear you say that" I say teasingly as I start to swing back and forth my flapping my wings, my knees bending like rubber as I swing up to the two of them "Also, changing the subject from my "Fantastic" body, you said we're leaving soon right?"

"Well, We will once we gather everything and everyone, so at least till night fall" Karla says sweetly, flapping her wings twice "And...."

"See" Alex says opening his eyes just a sliver "Fascinating, how it changes and dances"

"Uh" Karla says, blushing and looking a little upset, guess she couldn't resist the rainbow's charms eh? "Well as I uh, was saying we do have everything packed but"

"Vera ran off to go hunt something in the swamp, in her finest dress...her only one" Alex says, rubbing his forehead like he's got a headache

"Nothing to really worry about, since she's done this with every dress she's even been given" Karla sighs, before frowning with a furious glare "But she was watching Mizuki before she left"

I stare up at her for a moment, mouth agape as I swing back and forth slowly, sharply gasping as I swing back up.

"Oh no" I say grimly, realizing exactly what that means "That's...really bad init? Why are you telling me this? I'm just hanging around with my babies and baby, why'd you have to go and scare me like this?"

"Well" the say in unison, Alex grinning widely as Karla smiles warmly, covering her mouth with the back of her hand

Cont

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So, we now have rules for attrition and the horrors of war. This in effect means long wars are going to fucking murder your army, which should slow down Snake's blitzkriegs a little.
If you want to join - pic related has the rules, map comes in next posts.
>REICHSFUEHRER SNAKE
You have finished the Reichspferdbahn. Your merchants will thank you for this!
>+35% Progress to the next Wealth Level
The trickle slows down again; it seems you’re nearing the end of the useful pool of mages.
>ETC: 1 Turn
Petrokrat falls! Deus Vult!
>Burn it down.
>Kill the garrison, but do not harm the civilians.
>Spare the city.
>Other (Specify)
>Researching: Siege Weapons
>Progress: 34/175
>SULTAN AKKAN
Free land should be tempting, and some brave pioneers trek westward. However, many rumour that the ruins are haunted by spirits of the vengeful dead…
>Nonsense! Dismiss the rumours. (-10 Spooked Settlers modifier to colonization)
>Two can play at that game. Send some undercover agents to spread counter-rumours of great wealth. (Intrigue)
>Send the clergy to exorcise the ruins. (Learning)
>Lead an investigation party yourself. (PCS)
>Send out expeditions to scour the ruins clear. (Martial)
>ETC: 6 Turns
The nobles are very reassured by this, and they even give your men tips on where to find informants on rival houses. Your spy network has exploded!
>Free City Sultanate-Khanate Allegiance: -30
The foundry nears completion. Soon, none will stand against your onslaught of fire and brimstone!
>ETC: 1. Gain +5 to recruiting rolls for Gunmen and Cannons on completion.
>Researching: Metallurgy
>Progress: 51/350
>PROPHET SKYRAKER
The clergy are sent to reason with the Thunderbirds. Though they are not sentient, they do seem to have an innate affinity with the men of the Skyfather, and only a few are zapped to death comically. They are not particularly interested in doing their bidding, though.
>Pray to the Skyfather for aid. (Learning)
>Show the insolent beasts! (Martial)
>Other (Specify)
The annexation plods onward.
>ETC: 1 Turn.
>Researching: Summon Storm
>Progress: 186/275

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PREVIOUSLY: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=Kuat+Collection

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

A few days had passed rather uneventfully. You had decided for now that the best course of action for the Fleet would be to consolidate and gather resources for the upcoming attacks into Yuuzhan Vong territory. To that end, the more mobile portions of your fleet were enlisted to take part in a variety of expeditions into neutral or occasionally enemy occupied territory to gather resources and anything that looks valuable.

The primary expedition members were four of your girls. Prosecutor, Black Hawk, Tellstar, and Agility. These represented the more mobile parts of your Fleet, and hopefully would result in lots of resources being taken. In theory, you could've just sent the small ships, but you didn't feel comfortable with that. So Prosecutor, being your secretary, volunteered to go.

And off they still were. To temporarily take the place of your secretary was Resolute. And as you sit in your office reading a book on the Clone Wars, Resolute simply sits at Prosecutor's desk, waiting for work. She looks over at you. “Ahem.”

“Hm?” You look up at her. F4 as well whirls his dome over at her. “You need something, Resolute? Tea, cookies?” You smirk a bit, quirking your brow. “Me?”

She rolls her eyes. “I was just wondering if this was truly all you do when we're busy at work, Admiral.”

“Nonsense, I have more important responsibilities. I coordinate the logistics here on the outpost,” you say.

“No you don't,” says F4. “Arc Hammer does that with the assistance of the Quartermaster.”

“...” You look at F4. “Are you trying to get yourself scrapped?”

“Would you scrap me if I say yes?”

Resolute leans back in her seat, glaring at you. “Alright then, Admiral. What else do you do?”

“I manage my Starship, the Dictator. It's sitting up in orbit now.”

“No you don't.” For the love of everything that's good, F4. STOP IT. “Your XO does that, Commander Fiennes.”

You tilt your head. “Who?”

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Your name is Norman Fusilier.
You are a quiet, manly, and intimidating guy. You are very strong, and make a living chopping wood. You are not very booksmart, and in fact can barely read.
Your wife was recently executed after it was revealed to the village elder, in a vision sent by god, that she had been infected with the horrific satanic disease of magic.

You have been depressed as of late. Her death hit you hard. You know she was a criminal, but...
Any man would be saddened by the loss of their wife, you reckon.
...
Anyway. You have a problem.
Today you woke up, got dressed, sat at the table to enjoy a meal of porridge and water, intending to head off to work right after.

And then.
You saw it.
Right under your health bar.
A mana bar had formed overnight. And indicator of magical energy.
Despite your stoic nature, you cannot help but feel a bit panicked. What did you do? Is this punishment for feeling sympathy for a criminal? What do you do? You have magic now, so that means that by merely existing, you are breaking the law. Oh god help you...

You don't know what to do. Your friends, family, and god himself would want you to turn yourself in.
But to be honest, the executions in your village are a little... Painfull. and by that, you mean that they burn out your ears, eyes, nose, and fingertips, rip out your tongue, then tie you up and let you starve to death.
You still remember her screams...
You can't... Can't just let yourself die...
But if you stay much longer, the elder will sense your newfound power, and heave you killed whether you like it or not.

So.
What shall you do now?

You are in your house. There is a table with a cup of water and a bowl of hot porridge atop it. To your south, west, and east are doors leading to other parts of the house. To your north, is a door leading outside.

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Hello all.

Currently has a silly plot bunny about a fanfiction where Toki (from Hokuto No Ken), end up reincarnated cross universe into Viserys Targaryen from A Song of Ice and Fire.

To make things recognizable (and avoid 8 years old Viserys (Toki) going all righteous, stopping Aerys from killing Rickard and Brandon Stark before smacking Rhaegars ass and single handedly saving Lyanna (and healing everyone in the process), Toki's memories and abilities will be unlocked rather gradually... So the Protagonist will start as Viserys and only somewhat later started remembering his previous life as Toki and he will still need to train himself if he want his previous life powers back.

Up to Rhaegar kidnapping Lyanna and subsequent Robert's Rebellion, Viserys will stay as normal, and only begun to gradually unlocked his Toki memories after his mother's desth (and birth of Daenerys).

Of course this means far more competent, and should he choose to train enough for him to get his old powers back, a potentially unstoppable Viserys. He will have Toki's morality mixed, so there will be less bloody minded revenge, but still...

Any inputs/suggestions? Thanks.

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Welcome to Mischief Managed: A Marauders Era Quest. This quest takes place in the Harry Potter universe in the year 1971 and follows our PC’s years through Hogwarts, Tom Riddle’s rise to power, and the First Wizarding War. Book canon will be followed for most things. Every other year will be skipped, for times sake, but only while you’re in Hogwarts. Rolls are best of 3 using a d100.

You are Cyril Selwyn, a Slytherin from a family of Slytherins. Last thread, you made friends, kept the peace, and even learned some magic! Last thread we found ourselves exploring the castle before curfew.

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In every fantasy story, good always triumphs over evil. The heroes destroy the villains and get the girl. That's the way it's been for who knows how long.

This magical world filled with heroes, princesses, and adventurers needs to be reminded that sometimes evil can win, no matter what they do. You are a new adversary that threatens this world, though you've just started out.

So, that calls into question of what you are.

>A bandit.
>An evil wizard.
>Necromancer.
>something else... (write in)

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Roll for your class and roll for your partners.

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Twitter: @BeleagueredQM
Pastebin: http://pastebin.com/FEc6v8FP

Previous threads: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=beleaguered+prince+quest

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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Delyth has prepared detailed maps of the area, more than enough for you to plan your next move. You've been in the middle camp for just about a day now. Olstren's forces should have met by now, which places you at a numerical advantage. Fortunately, you still have an edge when it comes to quality of soldiers, supplies and, most importantly at the moment, morale.

"If we take into account the dead, the wounded and the deserters, there should be about 4000 troops for us to deal with at most," Sir Connor says. "That's the most prudent estimate though. Realistically, I'd expect below 3000."

"I did make them bleed a little before you arrived," Delyth says, "so 3000 should be more accurate."

"I expect it'll take them some time to reorganize," you say. "They won't be able to attack us immediately."

"The best thing for us to do now would be to go on the defensive and wait for our reinforcements," Sir Connor says. "If the western flank goes to our side, settling things here won't be difficult."

That is the safest thing for you to do, but not necessarily the best, despite Sir Connor's opinion. If you attack now and diminish the enemy's forces further, the numerical advantage will decisively swing your way once Olwen and her father arrive.

>Turtle up and maintain your defense.
>Go on the offensive.

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Twitter: https://twitter.com/SeamanSalad

Pastebins:
MC: http://pastebin.com/Fcx4fkZE
Companions: http://pastebin.com/3ijU2dLt
Factions: http://pastebin.com/hxkTyBcL
Stats: http://pastebin.com/QdBZMmWz

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

"Reaper-1 engaging hostile Titan."

The broadsword comes low, forcing you to dash back which makes your opponent transition into a quick jab, aiming for the shoulder. He misses, going under the armpit where he most likely would cut upwards to sever the entire limb. However, you're a veteran Pilot and you already know what he's trying to do.

You deliver a brutal kick, grounding spikes driving into the Ronin's cockpit, deep enough to dent, but not enough to pierce. But it does knock him away. Giving you the distance you needed to finally utilize your 40mm to deliver several rounds into its chassis.

Before you could launch another burst the Ronin fires a canister at its feet, exploding into a cloud dense smoke in which the Titan fades away in.

"Captain Morgan!" You hear Eagle's voice blare over the commlink. "What's situation on that Anti-Air? We need those grunt reinforcements to storm the gate!"

>"Working on it!"
>"There's a pilot here, and he has a Titan."
>"Tell Gabriel that I want double after this."
>Write in:

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Character Sheet:https://docs.google.com/document/d/1jI0aGxA_2h3SAcPYri-1fdgskbK3IbtfEzSLJ7VY9gU/edit
Twitter: QuestingQM

Also, new character sheets are almost done! Just give me a few days anons!

Last time on EDQ we decided to travel with our mom a little, give Elizabeth a moral crisis, and overall fuck around.

So, of course...

You are currently CLAW.

You've finally gotten back to your old room. It's nothing really special, but to you... It's special. It even has your old bed still in there. You jump onto it, only for it to jiggle a bit.
Oh, right. Slime got sucked into it. You don't exactly remember how, but your bed jiggles. It's weird... But also comfy. Like a waterbed.

Relaxing from all the unpacking, you decided to spend some time painting some warhammer figurines. Nothing too much, just maybe one or two...
When you hear a knock at the door.

You go to answer it and see a servant waiting outside.

"Sir?"

"Uh, what? I'm kinda in the middle of something."

"...Well... You've been declared regent."

"...What?"

"The current regent, Elizabeth, is mentally unable to rule. And physically, thanks to her pregnancy."

"Erh... Mentally?"

"She's broken down and is reading the slaves a book as an apology as we speak, hugging them and apologizing for her behavior... Not that I'm complaining."

"Oh... So uh, who are you?"

"I'm the chief servant. The least cannon fodder of the cannon fodder, and I'm vulnerable since I never told Renexizious my name."

"Oh... So uh..."

"So, do you want the regency?"

You are internally panicking. You fucking suck at ruling and management...

"Just uh... Give me a minute."

"Fair enough, sir."

You close the door, and jump into the semi-gelatinous bed, which jiggles.
You take a blanket, wrap yourself up in it, and hide under it, to whine a little bit.

"I'm sooo fucked... Why the hell did it go to me..."

The door knocks again, and you get up, still tied up in your blanket. You do not feel like getting out of it yet.

You peak your head out.

"What?"

You see the chief servant. waiting.

"There's important business to handle..."

"Do I have to really be regent?"

"The Lord said his absence would only be for two weeks. He'll be fine."

"Is there anyone else fitting to be the regent?"

"Unless you feel like passing it to one of his wives or anyone..."

Actions

>I mean... I can handle two weeks of ruling, I guess.
>Can you just give it to one of his wives please?
>I mean... Elizabeth isn't that bad. Just give it to her, please.
>...Can one of his kids take over? Please?
>Write-In