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>>876051
fyi, you are definitely the second, perhaps third, quest to use that exact title. Spruce may also be taken, but not Scholar.

Thank you for listening to this Public Service Announcement.

>>876067
oh that was possibly me earlier in the year

>>876051
>Name
Donn Yen (or Donnie for a nickname)
>Gender
Male

Also a short explanation with what happened yesterday: Basically my Pathfinder group decided to hold Session 0 on Sunday instead of Wednesday. And THEN they decided to do Session 1 in the very same session. Things got hectic.

>>880840
>Frigate name: Intrepid

>Triumvirate

>Anything goes: As long as the money is good, you'll do it.

>The Bridge [Where EG-L currently is]

>>880840
Been waiting for this

>Frigate Name?
Queen Anne's Revenge I'm uncreative.

>Company's Name?
The Steel Legion God I can't make names for shit.

>Mercenary Honor: Your company has a particular code of conduct that can never be compromised with. What is it?
Don't kill anyone who doesn't have a gun. Pretty reasonable, not committing war crimes.

>The Bridge [Where EG-L currently is]
I wonder if she'll notice the data pad.

>>883695

"See' She says suddenly at my side, a chill running down my spine as I try to stop laughing without looking weird "She's not that scared of me now, at least not as much as she used to be"

She smiles, and I wonder if I should, I mean I want to, just to calm down Iris a bit so she doesn't get too worked up and worried about me. But my instincts are screaming at me, saying I'm in danger, and not the kind I like, the sort I felt down in those catacombs...seems so long ago.

I frown weakly instead, trying to smile when Layla digs her nails into my shoulder.

"It looks like you're holding her hostage" Iris says flatly "Mali, if you don't want to go, just don't, she can't force you to do anything"

"Yes I" Layla begins, as Iris holds up her hand, her eyes cold as she smiles just like her mother.

"Yes, you could" She says happily "But It'd be a really mean thing to do, and it might even make me cry"

Layla's smile vanishes, and she grips my shoulder a little more tightly

there's a moment of silence, as neither of them say a thing and just look at each other. But somehow I feel like I'm stuck in the middle of some kind of battle

What do I say?
[] ...So you want me to help kill the demon? Can't you get someone else
[] Fishing and killing are a little different, Layla
[] Well...I mean, I'm not that afraid anymore Iris, I have a lot more confidence than I used to
[] No, she's right, I shouldn't be afraid of my future mother in law, besides it could be fun
[]Thanks for sticking up for me Iris
[] Uh, are you going to let me talk? Either of you
[]You're both so adorable, but...can I decide myself
[] Yeah, and what would your wife say if you made your baby girl cry
[] No! She let me get my babies to safety, I'm not going to just spit on that act of kindness! She could've just dragged me off!
[]....can I choose where I want to buried first
[] Er, I need to do something *try to flee*
[] Save meeee *hide behind Iris*
[] Well, I mean bonding does sound fun...just don't kill anyone..too terribly?
[] write in

>>883696
>[] Fishing and killing are a little different, Layla
>[]You're both so adorable, but...can I decide myself

>>883696
>[] No, she's right, I shouldn't be afraid of my future mother in law, besides it could be fun
>[]Thanks for sticking up for me Iris
>[] Uh, are you going to let me talk? Either of you
>[]You're both so adorable, but...can I decide myself
>[] No! She let me get my babies to safety, I'm not going to just spit on that act of kindness! She could've just dragged me off!
>[] Well, I mean bonding does sound fun...

Hope you're feeling better HM.

Soundtrack: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W_rC-495Z_A

Right now you're taking your new wheels out for a spin on Sunset Beach. The sky shades pink and red and purple as the setting sun falls into the horizon. The palm trees lining the road are darkening silhouettes. Your windows are down, letting the cool evening breeze blow through.

In your pockets are a wallet with about $200 cash, some drugs, a knife, and your trusty Colt Python. In a bag on the passenger seat is an M79 grenade launcher and a box of 5 frags.

Soon, you'll be going to Ken's house in the suburbs, where everyone is meeting to plan the job. Ken and his messed-up family, Ryuji and Catherine. Alex. Even Nick. You shake your head. Interesting friends you've made over the past few days.

You think about what you're going to do until this evening.

>Get a meal at the diner, see Lucy the waitress
>Buy some new clothes
>Smoke weed, get high
>Take the shot of Z, see if it makes you stronger
>Just drive around and listen to the radio
>Something else

>>876411
>implying we're stopping by the dinner since Ivan knows we like the place.
>Just drive around and listen to the radio
Clear our head a bit, get ready to make a decision, talk to Alex and...ugh, Nick about it.

You think about what might happen if you did go to the diner, and Ivan's goons were still there watching. Maybe you'd better cross the diner off your list. At least until you take care of Ivan.

For now, you're just going to drive around. It's a nice night. Might as well enjoy it while it lasts. You turn on the radio.

"-another scorcher tomorrow. I think we can officially say the cold front is over, folks. It's back to our city's regular forecast: (Hot! Hotter!! Hottest!!!)

"Quick update on the nightclub shooting last night in Central. Police are baffled as no witnesses or security footage of the event have been found, despite this violent crime taking place right in the heart of our city's downtown. Some people are saying this is evidence of the disease of violence infecting of our city, and of the corruption and incompetence of our police force. Others say it's just another day at the End of America.

"Now back to the hottest hits of the eighties on RK-1, Heat City's number one radio, here's Vicky D with "This Beat is Mine"!"

Soundtrack: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7CpfZfyTClY

You enjoy a few relaxing minutes cruising down the long roads of the islands. Soon enough, though, it's time to face the music. You turn the car west, and head over the bridge into the city proper, joining the long stream of yellow and red lights that blur in the distance.

(Continued)

>>875893
evenin' OP, reporting in.

>>875893
>Lewd Chunin Quest is back
My body is ready.

The day after you were turned away from the Missions Office, you went about your day off as usual, helping Haiiro practice, milling about town, and spending some time with friends of yours.

Even though everything seems like it should be normal, there is a sense of unease hanging over your head, and everyone else's. Thankfully, both your father and sister have been assigned guard duty inside the village, so they're not out on high ranked missions, not that if any came up they could be spared.

The day after that, you're sitting at a long table in one of Hadenazubon's reserved rooms with a number of your former academy classmates. You, Jimmaru, Hakurin, Sakutai, Himarase, Matsukawa, Mayuto's teammates Ryuko and Adzuki, and even InoShikaCho are there. Of the group, only you and Jimmaru are chunin. Jimmaru was the one who called the meeting, and you aren't surprised that he didn't call Taiomon's team, or that Mayuto refused to show.

"I know we're all nervous about what's been going on, and the fact that it's hidden from us," Jimmaru begins once everyone is settled, "so I just wanted to call everyone together to discuss what we should do," he looks between Sakutai and Ryuko, "I know that there is another Leaf team of genin and a chunin that aren't here, and," his gaze wanders to Ryuko and Adzuki, "one of our former classmates who didn't want to come. But I feel that this group is enough," he then looks to you, "Kuro, you're the host, and the only other chunin here, have anything to say?"

>A) You do (What?)

>B) You don't (Pass)

so what are our options, OP?

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>>882985
Well, you don't know what's written on the note, so that's a good place to start.

>>882999

Read the note

>>873636
booyah

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Alan Rodain was born the third son of a minor merchant family in the port town of Basye within the Republic of Ceril. Destined by station and birth for an unremarkable life, he signed up with the Cerilian Army alongside his childhood friend Tobias, intent on defending his homeland from the aggressive Kardas Empire's attempts at reconquest and to earn himself glory on the battlefield.

Quickly proving himself in his combat training as an excellent horseman, Alan joined the ranks of the Cerilian cavalry and was stationed in the Muller Mountains on the border between the Republic of Ceril and the Kardas Empire. There he learned the realities of war, participating in enough skirmishes, battles and ambushes to earn himself a Captain's rank and a kill count in the hundreds – a fact that plagues his conscience to this day.

Pious in his youth, Alan lost his faith in The Great Will during his tour of duty, after being the sole survivor of an event known to Cerilians everywhere as “The Skullcracker Pass Ambush”. The greatest singular battlefield victory for the Kardas Empire in the Muller Mountain theater of war, an entire contingent of Cerilian cavalry was surprised, surrounded and eradicated by Kardassian musketeers. Among those slain was Tobias, who sacrificed his last moments of life ensuring Alan's survival of the massacre. Hiding for hours under the bodies of his compatriots, Rodain emerged from the carnage drenched in blood before Cerilian reinforcements. His grisly appearance and subsequent merciless conduct in the battles to follow earned him an almost legendary reputation in the military and the nickname, "The Red Rider".

While still on the front lines, Alan received an official visit from a knight by the name of Renault, who offered Alan a chance to participate in a covert operation advertised as a secret weapon to leverage against the Empire. An Island lost to time – a place of magic and monsters – where loyal citizens of the Republic recognized to possess 'potential' could flourish, that had recently been discovered in the Patrucian Ocean. Leaping at the shadow of a chance to change the tide of this conflict, Alan traveled to Ceril's southern coast to board a ship headed into the same tropical region Alan was once expected to peddle the wares of his father.

Accompanied and trained by Sir Renault on the journey there, Alan was informed of a unique ability he possessed which aids him in mastering a variety of skills and talents in a very short time frame. A power, Renault believed, would be unshackled and emphasized upon reaching the Island's shores.

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Accompanied and trained by Sir Renault on the journey there, Alan was informed of a unique ability he possessed which aids him in mastering a variety of skills and talents in a very short time frame. A power, Renault believed, would be unshackled and emphasized upon reaching the Island's shores.

Alan was not expected to take on this monumental task of investigating and utilizing the Island's mystical properties alone, however. He was to work together with a group of six other individuals also heading South on behalf of Renault and the Republic.

Gabby – a foul-mouthed, hard-drinking convicted murderer with a short temper and a skillful mastery of the martial arts.

Kyra – a quiet, terse thief prone to subtle mischief, lone wolf tactics and a reluctantly passionate love of dance.

Dolah Ornatheon – a half-orc paladin of the Church of the Great Will who strictly adheres to the tenets of her personal moral code and the overarching teachings of her religion, yet still somehow manages to maintain a mockingly dry sense of humor.

Rowena Roy – A half-elven scout for the Cerilian army possessing a history of military achievements roughly as tragic, gruesome and inclined to self flagellation as your own. Rowe for short.

Quissonce – An elven street magician whose many decades of wandering and arcane study had led her to realize that even if magic did exist she couldn't use it and thus decided to pair her immense wealth of knowledge to well-practiced chicanery in a concerted effort to be the most convincing charlatan she possibly could.

Eve Rexton – a high-pitched, excitable gnome with unusual features, unusual talents, unusual beliefs, unusual ancestors and with seemingly no filter for her thoughts whatsoever.

Together, these seven individuals traversed the perilous waters to find a landmass that unlocked within them a plethora of powers they could only have dreamt up in their wildest imaginations. Super strength, magic, invigorated senses, communion with forces of nature and the very Gods themselves. And the fantasy land they had stumbled into matched the fantastical limits of their newfound might.

Seaside, a Cerilian colony run directly under the control of a government Overseer by the name of Blackburn, required the aid of these adventurers to ensure the forward movement of progress in discovering the secrets of this Island that seemed straight out of story books detailing what the world was like in the ancient times.

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You are Dandelion, a little stuffed teddy bear that can move.

Write-in suggestions are taken after every update, which will happen around every other day.
Maybe sooner if I find the time.
Maybe later if everything hurts.

>>875667
Is that young girl we're with a witch?

also, if the drink is non-alcoholic
>Stumble towards the fridge, take note of anything interesting along the way

If it is alcoholic
>hug her leg whilst waving your head.

>>875667
Seconding >>875741

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“Atchoo!”

A few days have passed since the battle with Yami. Your bones and muscles are still aching, but for now, you've been able to sleep peacefully. The Darkness was far from the only threat to earth, but he was the only one taking immediate action, and while Yami is detained and interrogated by the higher-ups, you find yourself with plenty of free time to rest and recover. These past few days there's been no worries of having to fight Archdemons or head out on missions, with the only word on people's lips being rumours of this... archangel stuff. Apparently Ken Tajiri began to unlock the powers Miyoko spoke of... but you couldn't see. You were busy being... unconscious at the time. Still, you've had time to heal up and laze around the dorms, with your biggest worry simply being Kiriko catching a cold.

“Need another blanket?” you ask her, as she remains curled up in bed in the morning.

“If you've got one, I'll take it,” Kiriko raspy voice fires back, her nose as red as a tomato. “Ugh... this sucks.”

“You'll be fine,” you smile as you grab another blanket and throw it over her. She's practically buried by now.

“You really shouldn't stick around here,” Kiriko moans in between coughing fits. “I don't want my little bro catching what I have...”

“I'm just making sure you've got everything you need before I leave you alone,” you reply. “To be honest, I'm surprised Mayu isn't here, doting on you.”

Kiriko sniffles. “She's off training somewhere... she's been awfully queit ever since that incident with the stone... I don't like it.”

You sigh. Things with Mayu and the rest of the group, especially you, continue to be awkward as hell. You suppose it's just going to take time before she's comfortable enough around you and forgives herself for what happened... but knowing Mayu, that could take a long, long time indeed.

“I don't know if me trying to talk to her will make things better or worse...” you sigh. Whatever, worrying about it now won't do you any good. Better to cross that bridge when you get to it.

“I hope she'll be better soon...” Kiriko mumbles. “You and her are my best friends, and I really want the two of you to get along, and maybe hold hands, and possibly-”

“-Don't say date.”

“But it's cute!” Kiriko protests, before sneezing again.

You shake your head. “Just... get some rest, okay? I'll be back later to check on you.”

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You bid farewell to Kiriko and exit her room, out in the hallway of the dorms. As you do, you see Roka staggering down the hallway with the usual grumpy look on his face, and a bowl of soup in his hands.

“Who's that for?” you ask.

“What?!” Roka snaps. “It's for myself! Who else would it be for?!”

“Looks like you're carrying it to someone,” you remark.

“Shut up!” Roka yells. “I... I just made too much of it, so I'm taking this bowl back to my room so I can have it later!”

“Wouldn't it make more sense to store it in the fridge?” you ask.

“I... shut up!” the angry and ineloquent Roka repeats. “Why are you grilling me on this crap?! It's just some soup I'm taking back to my own room!”

You shrug. “Whatever... your room's back that way, by the way. You're going the wrong direction.”

Roka huffs as you move on, stepping out of the dormitory and stretching your limbs. You should probably take it easy today... but with Kiriko down with a cold, you find yourself with a loss of things to do, other than simply wander around campus.

>[WHERE DO YOU GO?]
>Courtyard
>Library
>Ninsei's garden
>Roof
>Running tracks
>Gymnasium
>Homeroom
>Nurse's Office
>School Gates
>The Town
>Other (Specify)

>>882697
>>Roof
As is the style

Looking forward to the thread today bookbook

>>875617
>Name
Randell Star
(I hate naming things)
>Craft
Blacksmith

>>875631
If nobody makes another post within 5 minutes i'll go with this.

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After filling out the registration form you hand it to the grumpy elf.

''Okay, so it's Randell Star.
Here's your adventurers tag.
Please go through the dor to the left of me and await further instructions.
Oh, and DON'T DOZE OF again.''

With a sharp reminder you step through the dor entering a corridor that leads to some sort of Gym.

After entering you are greeted by a burly human man who is overseeing recruits training with spears and training dummies.

He shifts his attention to you and start ordering you right of the bat.

You there boy, pick up a spear from the rack and put the pointy bit into that dummy over there.

Roll 1d100 for training success.

You may gain the following with good rolls:

>Basic Spear mastery on anything of 50 or more. Adds +5 on rolls when we use a spear.

>Apprentice Spearman on anything of 90 or more. Adds +10 on rolls with spears.

>God Tier Chan is waiting again. *Sighs*

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Okay, here is an example of what a character sheet looks like with my character, Tribunal.

>>875750
It is made from another GURPS Character Creation Program you can use on browser: https://vonexplaino.com/code/gurps/

Pulling out a small flash light, you hold it above the pages as you begin to write. You only dare quick looks at John, still not wanting to make eye contact with him at this time.

"That for me?" he asks with your back turned, and when you steal a glance over he's not even bothering to face your direction.


"...yeah." John says nothing more and you continue, the letters coming down large and messy as you fight the biting chill spread through to the tips of your fingers. Burning tobacco is the only hint of warmth here and you stop occasionally, stretching and warming your fingers in an attempt to keep them usable. The random waves of pain have stopped, but you still can't properly concentrate. Your head is buzzing, even if you can't worry and focus on a single thought.


Exhaustion, it'll play dirty tricks if you aren't careful.

You manage to finish what you hope are coherent thoughts, holding the torn page in hand.


The worst of it is over, everything came to a head out in the alley. John might be cross still, but in a few days it'll be like nothing happened. You'll be able to face him without panicking. It's too much of a reminder of when you were younger, approaching your father after you did something wrong. That happened far too often, and you'd hope that after growing up the shame and anxiety would stop.

"Gonna hand that over or what?"
Sure enough, you can only shake away some of those remaining feelings as you pass the paper and light over.

[1/2]

I've already told the others this, but I figured you should know too. Once the storm passes I'm going to be gone for a bit, hopefully just a day at most.
I need to head over to family, over in Red Hill.
I want to just go and come back and not waste time, but my mother will be there and it might be hard for me to leave as soon as I'd like
If I didn't have to do this I wouldn't, but it's really important that I do
Please understand and I hope this is fine


"You're a grown man, do what you need," John crumples the paper, sticking it in his pocket. "Though gettin' a heads up on where you're runnin' off to is nice for once. Red Hill, huh? Ain't that far from here, hell...could probably walk if you really wanted. Tryin' to make it sound like you're headin' across state or somethin'. Used to pass through there a bit, small place. Course ain't nothin' wrong with small places, you can sleep with your doors unlocked there. "


As he returns to his cigarette, you watch the continuous drips from the facet. Small talk before might have been easy, but now it feels like something that would be crazy even to suggest. You look back to the cigarette, watching the cherry eat it's way down the filter slowly. Once it's gone John can go back to bed and you can attempt to sleep again.


"So now, course I gotta ask. You plannin' on taking this little trip alone?" A long silence brought to a halt with a simple question and you return it with a simple nod. "Good, that's good. Be an easier trip alone anyways." There's no need for John to try and hide the actual reason for the question, and through vain attempts you try to ignore the irritated twitch in your hand.


>Tell John that he needs to back off and drop it

>Apologize to John, but tell him that you aren't going to back down from any of this either

>Change subject

>Write-In

>>871512
>Apologize to John, but tell him that you aren't going to back down from any of this either

Maybe leave it at that and change the topic. Hear if he's seen whoever drives that shitmobile we've been seeing just idling.

Rolled 82 (1d100)

>>871345
Which while looking like an abandoned build site dating back to the very Fall itself. Turned out to be the disguised home base of the Mister Neutral's gang of bandit scum. There you were taken underground parking your rides and hopping out.

What do?
>Look around underground
>See about your new residence
>Time for training...
>See whats available
>Other?

Rolled 7 (1d100)

>>871359
>see what's available
>time for training

Rolled 33 (1d100)

Last Thread: >>859251

Some good music to go along with thread: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1Vsf3zYppP4&ab_channel=BlooodMusic

>>870464
>that OP pic
>edition

Do you feel like a special snowflake, anon?

>>870464
>QM Question
As much art as possible. I either get it from Google, my already large image folder, or any of the Boorus.

>Player question
Don't have an all-time favorite. Though my favorite at the moment is probably Pilot Quest. I have a weakness for Cold War shenanigans and fast machines.

>>870464
>>Player Question:
Toss up between P2129, Mecha Space Pirate, and Black Company Quest

>>870303
>Do morning exercises (get character statistics)

>>870303
>Check your Persona 2.1™ page (learn about your crew and contacts)
To better set up our character's stats by knowing what angles our other crewmembers already cover.

>>870303
>Check persona