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> Quest Archive
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*Day Thirty-Five*

You are Sir Durwin, Lord of Urdl and Tavet, Conqueror of Euean and Vaelyn, Former Siege Engineer, Bandit Lord Turned General. Your scouts have returned with a large amount of information about the region of Thurt, your warriors at Tavet have increased their skill tremendously, and you now have several Siege Engines to bear.

> What questions do you ask your scouts?

> What do you do after that?

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Because /pol/ janitors are faggots
No rolling until we get some nations claimed, preferably by the same people.

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Character Sheet: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1jI0aGxA_2h3SAcPYri-1fdgskbK3IbtfEzSLJ7VY9gU/edit
(Going to be updated soon!)
Twitter: QuestingQM

You finally get back home, carried by Chrysoula... You must admit, tumbling a minotaur is rather hard work, and you head to bed with Elizabeth... Who's still gaining weight from her pregnancy. And there seems to be an adorable little minotaur doll... You hold onto it hugging as you get hugged by your wife...

It's actually kinda comfortable to sleep with it. Just uh... Only in private though.

You eventually wake back up... And you hear a knock at the door. You open it to see your chief servant.

"What?"

"Sir, there's a man here to see you."

"Who is it?"

"It's a Texan elf... His name is Sherman McColt. He's a mercenary looking for work."

"Hm..."

Actions

>Well... I should probably go see him, eh?
>Hire him instantly!
>...Well, tell him to wait...
>...Get a mutagen. No elves allowed... Just saying.
>Tell him I'll be out in a while, ok? I have some things to do.
>...Search him first of all. Unless you've already did.
>Write-in

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Twitter: https://twitter.com/MercCommand

/tg/ Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Infinite+Stars+Quest
/qst/ Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Infinite%20Stars%20Quest

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

You are Captain SAMANTHA WELLINGS, a newly minted captain of the Centauri Accord!

Currently, you were resting in the ship's infirmary after having a bit of an... accident? Well, something happened to your armor which fried its systems. As a precaution, you were brought here for a checkup. Thankfully, there didn't appear to be anything wrong with you, but Natalia wanted you to stay the night regardless.

You awaken to find yourself completely alone. The dimmed lights indicated to you that it was late Sol time, where the ship was running a minimum capacity. You're actually not sure how long you were out.

Not to mention, you had no idea what was going on outside of this room. Maybe you need an update...

>Head for the bridge to get some info.
>Talk to Scott about your armor.
>Just stay in bed and wait for Nat to return.
>Other

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Previous: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/847651/
Char Sheet: http://pastebin.com/mYBvajGn
Other Character Sheets!: http://pastebin.com/K05wcqLy
Twitter: https://twitter.com/TheHeadMasterTG
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"We're not calling it death fucker nine thousand!" Cyra yells angrily as Moriarty laughs, holding his arms out looking around like he's expecting someone else to join him in laughing

"Why not?" He asks as I tilt my head, looking at the massive robotic knight I have made "it fits! LOOK AT THAT FUCKING THING!"

"Eve made it, she should get to name it" Rasputin groans, rubbing his cheeks

"Oh of course" Cyra says happily "I just want to make it clear that we're not calling it....that"

"Hey Sparks, I'll get you some sweets if you call it deathfucker nine thousand" Moriarty shouts across the floor room as Mimi sits on her haunches,grinning and breathing heavily,

"She isn't a kid" Rasputin grumbles angrily

"She's four!" Moriarty yells angrily

"WE'RE ALL FOUR, DOESN'T MEAN ANYTHING!" Mimi Yells back, ripping me out of my thoughts of how I can properly control my new creation

"Jesus christ" Emi yelps "I think she just popped my ear drums, is she always this loud"

"Only when she's excited....so it depends really" I say flatly, as I cover my ears cautiously "also, we should really remember that we didn't make this thing to give it a cool name, we did it to fight black guard"

"Isn't it kind of over kill though Eve? I mean I'm all for that but" Emi says with a sneering grin "this just isn't fair"

"Soooo" Mimi asks "What's wrong with that? its their fault for messing with our family"

"Oh nothing at all" Emi laughs, making mimi grin happily

"Good" She chuckles "Hey Eve can I fight this sometime"

"She's a chimera, we can't just put her in a human age group. She, Ras and Mimi are entirely new things!" Cyra shouts sounding annoyed and a little mad "You realize that right"

"They're still four years old" Moriarty groans

"How many times do we have to explain this to you" Rasputin sighs "We're not"

"They're not kids" Cyra says happily

"Exactly" Rasputin says happily "We're more mature than you are at least"

"Well our minds might be" I say dully as I walk over to my Mecha, and turn it on "But our bodies aren't"

"To be fair he is an old man" Mimi says bluntly, making Moriarty laugh a laugh that echos through the workshop

"Yeah, you're all little brats to me, now back to" he begins to say, before Emi pops up in front of him.

"Even me?" She says in a weird tone of voice, as Cyra freaks out for some reason

"Yeah, you're like...late teens right?" He asks

"Twenty, also aren't we supposed to fight those black guard fucks, I mean this is fun but...don't want die because of it" She says meekly

"Oh we're not gonna die" Mimi says cheerfully, grabbing my hand and squeezing it tightly "We have a giant death machine!"

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Oh shit nigger you're in some sort of magical cart race organized by some shadowy magical interdimensional organization. In space.

Currently you're The Man with No Game, the number one most dangerous cowboy...in China, on your rickshaw being pulled by your good frien, Poak Bun Skeleton.

Currently you're in 4th place, what do you do?

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

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Welcome to Fantasy Civ quest - anybody can join in at any time, so let's have fun.

Here's our discord where we handle direct communications/secrets.
https://discord.gg/fNwhBwd
Rules and lore for the Quest can be found in these two pastebins:
http://pastebin.com/etm1V11S
http://pastebin.com/JeLgCpu6
Archive:
http://pastebin.com/sJUQB60g

All factions please give an update on your current assets.

Important update - for logical purposes from now on, projects will signify what you've done in the last 20 years since the previous project - in 540 you'll be rolling for what your faction did over 520-540

Year 536

>>Population:9488k
>>Food production:7/10
>>Food stockpiles:7/10
>>Resources:6/10
>>Trade:6/10
>>Finances:3/10
>>Morale:5/10

>>Buildings: ruined infrastructure, barracks monuments,classical,arched, domed temples,schools, sewers,watermills,hospitals, baths;
>>Economy:stanartised manoral agriculture,unstable currency, poverty, high debt
>>Culture:good festivals and folk culture, Codex books, dragonslaying, medium arts, warrior cult, Timor's Eve, pilgrimages, war fatigue
>>Technology:heavy plough,horse collar,water mill,sewers,stirrups,advancing steel,advancing medicine,improving natural science,improving mechanics,medium crafts,improving textiles,compass
>>Government:improving bureaucracy, Town Watch,Legisature, trial of ordeal, elective monarchy, Council, Holy Pantheonic Empire;improving medicine
>>Magic: medium golemancy,improving alchemy,advancing enchantments, improving spellweaving
>>Military:1 advance, 1 defense, 1 mobile legion, various local miltias and faction troops
>>Navy:1 rickety longship
>>Religion: old gods shamanism, Pantheon worship, Virism


>A.Food production & growth
>B.Culture & religion
>C.Construction
>D.Military
>E.Government & laws
>F.Exploration & colonization
>G.Research & development
>H.Navy
>I.Diplomacy & war
>J.Magical matters
>H.Other

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Welcome to Mechanized Pilot Quest where you control Unit 77, quiet Combat Armour pilot. Voluntarily joining into Confederate Army, he was rolled into a program where doctors surgically implanted cybernetics that allow him to control Combat Armours with his mind.

In the last thread, your squadron of similar pilots made landfall to New Delaware to prevent rebel forces from gaining control and independence from the Confederacy. Unit 77 got in contact with Operator King, intel officer stationed in space. Thanks to her access to warship superior scanners many problems were solved. Joining forces with 5th Marine Battalion led by grizzled Major Strong, Unit 77 fought against the rebels twice with latter battle ending in capturing of Thomas McKean Space Port. With only one pocket of rebels remaining in the spaceport, all seems clear.

Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Mechanized%20Pilot
Twitter: https://twitter.com/ReentryVehicle
Current Quest theme song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7XqHGfs3KPM (with lyrics it makes more sense)
Few bursts of gunfire still rang across the spaceport as remaining stragglers who didn’t want to surrender fought till death. These irregularities didn’t matter anymore as the battle was resolved, but with pocket of rebels in terminal nothing was clear. Taking your Gladius on stroll through the hangars you saw that the space lifter were mostly in one piece. The assault being quite swift, most of them survived without a scratch. It does take some time for the men to check the hangars and those few hardened aircraft shelters.

“Operator King, what is the situation in the terminal” You messaged her.

“There is apparently a platoon sized group of rebels fortified themselves into the cafeteria. Apparently they cannot get out and we cannot get in, at least without big casualties. And just call me King, never been a fan of formalities” She answered.

“King, please do not look into the monitor episode. These things are most likely classified for reason. Might get you in trouble.” You messaged her after awhile.

“I understand Seven, I am not going to snoop.”

Cont.

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Twitter: https://twitter.com/MercCommand

/tg/ Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Kantai%20Collection%20Pacific%20Strike
/qst/ Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Kantai%20Collection%20Pacific%20Strike

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

You are the former United States Navy warship USS HOEL, now returned as a shipgirl and ready to kick Abyssal ass!

Currently, you were skirmishing with a small flotilla of Abyssals, in an effort to draw attention away from Saratoga and Hazelwood, who were busy trying to evacuate a freshly rescued shipgirl.

It was just you and one of your old nemeses, the Japanese cruiser Kumano, so you had to play this one carefully.

A few radar pulses tells you all you need. Three Abyssal destroyrs, two Ne-class cruisers, and one Ta-class battleship were incoming. A lot of firepower compared to your own two ship formation. Thankfully, there didn't seem to be any signs of air power. No doubt they were tied up by Saratoga's air wing.

"S-so how do we do handle this situation?" Kumano asks, her guns swiveling into attack position.

>Charge straight in and break up their formation!
>Lead them on a chase and engage them from range.
>Other

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Hey guys, I'm back. I'll start with the last post, because it fell off the board before I could count the votes. Sorry for this. Just tell me your opinion again, okay?
Also, here is the link to the archives: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=A%20Realm%20in%20Ruins
And my Twitter: @ContraImperator
And finally, here is the thread starter:


>Tell me, good sirs. How do you handle working with other people?
you ask. This is important, as this job can rarely be done alone.
>Well, I think I can work with people below me. And those above me. I should be pretty decent.
Friedrich tells you.
>I think I am doing good in this part. I always had other people around me when working.
Lucius says.
>I think I should be fine. I would rely on someone to know their stuff at first anyway, if you don't mind me being this honest. You know, not much experience and such...
Maurice closes this question.
>Well, how do you want to manage the province? What would you want to focus on?
you ask the men. They already have some plans. Friedrich wants to increase the efficiency of your people's work as they are 'slacking off way too much' as he is putting it. Lucius already has studied your economic and political style. Keeping the people motivated would not only make you popular with them, but also increase their efficiency. Focusing their low numbers on the most necessary things first would make your province stable first. After stability, growth can come. Maurice tells you about basic organization at food, material and trading good production. It's simple, but sure would avoid too much entanglement in useless things.

Do you have made a decision already?
>No, I would like to present them with a specific task first (what?)
>No, we should talk about this more. (With them? To an advisor?)
>Yes, we should hire (who?)
>How about we hire two of them? (This WILL cost extra coin. Having Lucius and another one of them would cost one and a half wage, having Friedrich and Maurice would cost two wages.)
>They all weren't very convincing. I think we should look for someone else.
>Something else (write in)

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You are the commander of the LWSS Valor. You. are about to disengage your Jump bubble, and face what remains of a Battlecruiser. You are a Scout ship, and your purpose is to find out what happened and get out alive. Before then,mwe decide what we actually are.

Race:

>Humans the deffinition of persistance. Although they may not be terribly strong, or fast, or smart, we simply do not die. They can outlast any opponent in a fight, and given they arent killed instantly, they will. they can survive losing most extremities, and heal exceptionally quickly.

>Mantids exceptionally lethal combatants, capable of anything given preparation. their senses arent extraordinary, however their reaction time is phenominal. they are, however, exceptionally fragile and arent up to the whole "going in blind" business.

>Robots need no explaination. the crew is full of AIs, all of which are extremely coordinated. they move as one, and only require instruction. However, they are succeptable to being tricked, and often have an "all in" mentality.

>Write in races. Ill talor to my taste.

>Mixed raced everyone, everyone gather round!
downside, racial disagreements come up often.
often.

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Eons ago, Humanity was the only race. They had unimaginable magical powers, and had no problems, or worries. For whatever ass-brained reason, they decided to wage war between themselves. Using their magical powers, they created uncountable wondrous magical artifacts, hundreds of species of terrifying war-beasts, and dozens of non-Human races to serve a purpose in the great war. The great war went on for decades, and finally, one side almost won, the losers were butt-hurt about it and unleashed an arsenal of cataclysmic, world-ending weapons, destroying Human civilization, shattering and rearranging the continents, and ruining the natural state of things with bizarre weather patterns, and unnatural radiation poisoning much of the countryside.

Ten thousand or so years of evolution later, civilization has managed to rebuild somewhat. Things are at a dark-ages technology level, though ancient magical artifacts are rarely seen, and much of the world is still wallowing in barbarism. You are the leader of a fledgling civilization, and you shall lead it as you deem fit.

> Pick the civilization's Race. Only one for now. These are the 3 Major Races, there are dozens of Minor Races but these are the most populous and influential.

> Humans

> Stubborn bastards who can keep going on for days, and refuse to give up when any sane person would have. They are the Race other Races are compared to, and their attributes are completely average, though they have a knack for magical relics, and can reliably breed with almost all Races.

> Elves

> They are lithe, pointy-eared, and beautiful. They can live for up to 300 years, have twice the agility and intelligence of a Human, and have superhuman senses. They are weak, vulnerable to diseases, and reproduce at half the Human rate. Despite rumors, male Elves are perfectly capable of growing beards, and are not neccessarily girly.

> Redguard

> They are red-skinned, huge, (8 foot tall, 600 pounds on average, huge) muscular, and durable. They live for only 40 years, have thrice the strength and durability of a Human, and heal from wounds quicker. They are resistant to diseases, and reproduce at twice the Human rate, but only 1 in 5 Redguard is a female, which brings its own issues. They have half the intelligence and agility of Humans.

> Now, pick a Government Type. This is a Medieval Post-Apocalyptic world, there isn't much to choose from right now.

> Dictatorship: You're in charge, period. What you say goes, before you die, you'll have to pick someone to inherit your position.

> Monarchy: You're mostly in charge, but your relatives also have a lot of power, and sometimes don't listen to you. Your kids will be in charge when you're dead.

> Democracy: You're kinda in charge, but the people can vote you out of office every four years if they don't like you. The people choose who will be in charge when you're dead.

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I want to create a 4chan RISK map of the Avatar land but I don't know how

Can anyone show me a guide or create one for me? I want to know how to make bonuses and sea ports and stuff

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Another morning dawns, a light hue of light bringing the sky alive like a beautiful canvas of orange and pink, and the tribe begins to stir. Pulling on a thicker tunic than usual to steer away the sharp winds that the cold season is bringing in, you step from your humble shelter and look out over the tribe.

Your tribe.

You are the leader of a primitive tribe which finds its home on the bank of the Great River. Once a nomadic band, the families of the tribe recently settled for a more permanent way of life solely at your request.

This quest is a tribal society civ-management story, though there will be some roleplaying elements, too. Most of the gameplay will occur in Turns, each representative of a month, and broad strategic actions will need to be taken to steer the fate of the tribe.

Micro actions will be taken sometimes, too, when specific events call for you to take the role of your leading character and interact with members of the tribe and other world elements on a more intimate scale.

You are the first of you name and the first true leader of this tribe. Your ambitions are simple - to grow the tribe, helping it prosper and keeping it safe, while also preserving your name by starting a family to help guide the tribe in the future.

As leader of the this tribe you must make a few decisions - who you are and what you're good at. Let's start with the basics...


1. Who are you?
[Name], the [Man/Woman] leader of the [Your people/tribe name]

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>>Previous threads

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=Dragonball+quest

>>Information

This quest, as the title suggests, takes place in the world of Dragon Ball. You're playing as a twenty-two year old man named Tofoo, and will adventure through the story of the Dragonball series alongside characters such as Goku, Yamcha, Bulma, Tien, and many others. Through your actions, you can make significant changes to the story, and perhaps even become the strongest fighter on Earth.

>Rules

At the end of each update you'll have ten minutes to vote on options. Write-ins are allowed, but I do reserve the right to veto them.

In the event of a draw, the option to receive the next vote wins

Rolls will be used on certain occasions, such as attempting a technique for the first time or attempting something extremely difficult. You will have three rolls, and if one succeeds, you succeed. There are no crits.

Rolls are made AFTER an option wins, not during the voting process

I hope everyone has fun.

>>Current Saga

Don Kee's Martial Arts Tournament

>>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0mzCHuYiO_c