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Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Rogue%27s%20Quest
Previous Thread: >>831142
Stat Sheet: http://pastebin.com/bLy9w9J1

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You are Kathryn "Kat" Reynard, a young thief who up until recently led a routine life, but now Baemis' light breaks the horizon for the seventh time since that fateful day in Sorrel. As you look out the carriage's window, the soft, serene rush of the waterfalls around you links with a beautiful sight to behold. It's almost too surreal to think that this path leads to a salty port town, but as they say: all water leads to the ocean. Anticipation builds as you cross the bridge and come around the bend, where you glimpse the endless expanse of the sea, and the ships of the town that border it. Truly excited for the first time in a while, you turn to Mattias, who sports the same glint in his eyes. He smiles at you, and you both nod.
"That must be Toha, then. It makes sense that The Emperor's pendant holder would reside here, if you think about it."
You recall one of the conversations you had with Mattias about the Rogues of Legend, and particularly the peculiar lineage of The Emperor's pendant. It was passed down through generations of pirate kings, each with the name Arlon Sterling. One of the myths was that The Emperor himself lived on in the pendant, and he merely adopted the body of the new owner, but in truth it was merely a ploy by the family to throw off pursuers.

"While we're here to find The Emperor's mirror, by all means feel free to explore the town."
Mattias' voice brings you back to the present moment, and you smile at him in response.
>"Only if I get to take you with me."
While Mattias has gotten used to your constant teasing throughout the journey, the offhand remarks still succeed in painting a pink tinge on his ears.
"Kathryn, please."
>"Oh, Matty, haven't we spent enough time together for you to call me 'Kat' yet?"
You pout cutely, and he chuckles just a bit.
"Oh, alright... Kat."
You clap your hands a few times in a celebratory manner and share a laugh with the cleric. He's really loosened up since you started traveling together, but you don't think he'll ever grow out of his awkwardness. It's just a characteristic that defines him, you feel.
"So, did you learn anything on the way here?"
Mattias asks half-jokingly, to which you poke out your tongue. The trip was far from boring, but not a whole lot happened anyway. You tended to spend most of your time at night...

>Helping haul lumber for the campsites. (+1 Strength)
>Engaging in playful banter with Mattias. (+1 Charm)
>Reading Mattias' books. (+1 Wits)
>Other (write in, stat increase determined by what's written)

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>What is the Assault Horizon?
In the distant future, humanity has reached total peace with other races in the known galaxy part of the United Galactic Front. This was until a group called “The Explorers of Dark Zones” started abusing the zero mass points, the holes in space time used to travel across the universe, to explore deeper parts of space leaving a trail of destruction by widening these points. The United Galactic Front established a perimeter called the Assault Horizon, the zone where fighting with the Explorers takes place. The Galactic police force enforces this perimeter, however they can’t do it alone. UGF decided that using the works of Bounty Hunters may assist in preserving the Horizon. By putting large sums of money on potential Explorers and ignoring any underworld deals they do, Bounty Hunters become the UGF’s best fighting force.

>What’s the goal of players?
Become a bounty hunter and wrangle some bounties. Along the way, choices are made that could affect more of the UGF’s hold over the galaxy and some new enemies can appear. Upgrade your character, ship and everything else to become the best Bounty Hunter with pure intentions or evil desires. The game will mainly be text base but some situations will include pictures.

>How is a character created/the game progressed/combat?
A character is created by simple attributes. These attributes are name, race, starting credits, UGF standing and the three combat skills. Name, race (As per OP picture) and combat skills are determined by you, but starting credits needs to be rolled by 1d100 and multiplied by 5. Combat skills are follows: Attack/Defence/Speed. Attack determines how much each of your attacks do, defence allows you to take more damage and speed determines how many times you attack. Distribute these as you wish, with 6 points of allocation. UGF standing at the start is neutral but can change due to actions. Get too low and UGF police will hunt you. Game is progressed through majority rules choices. If someone initiates combat you can choose to assist or ignore the combat. If the team has higher collective speed than the enemies, the team goes first. Roll a 2d6 and multiply it by speed to see how much damage you do during the turn. When damaged, minus the damage off your defence for the collective attack unless specified otherwise. If the damage is lower than your defence, the damage is ignored. Special attacks due to weapons may be unlocked later on. Can check inventory at any time. More inventory rules will pop up as the game progresses.

In terms of naming structures, Zerenthees player take a name then replace every third letter with the closest vowel. Artisian players take the first vowel of a word and put in the end then put the next letter after it. RP is simple, the races are very similar to humans.

Thread will start when anons create their characters.

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Previous: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/831864/
Char Sheet: http://pastebin.com/gccDj2ef
Other chars: http://pastebin.com/0igFQkgf
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"ABOMINATIONS AND FIENDS, DEVILS AND LIARS, BEASTS AND WHORES!" A man, dressed like a worn down old dock worker, thick ratty fur coat and a sea stained shirt shouted from one of the roofs of centil, his arms held out and his hands covered with finger less gloves, as grey as the clouds above his head.

A crowd had gathered beneath the man's boots, watching him from the damp streets, all wrapped up in their coats. Monsters such as ogres and trolls stood among them, and one odd bird like thing watched them from a lamp post, standing on the burning crystal that lit the sprawl hidden beneath the comb of buildings and towers. The tools of their work gripped tightly in their hands, their knuckles white as they watched the recently born preacher with a look of belief fueled wrath, that all their troubles were brought about because of someone else. The speaker grinned, missing five of his grimy yellowish brown teeth in his smile, rage clear in his murky blue eyes. Clapping his hands together, he began to speak again

"For years we've been trapped in these walls like rats, like our fathers, like our grandfathers! for what? our protection?" the man hissed, his hair almost mucus like yellow "Why do we need to be protected in the first place? the world used to be tame not to long ago, we could all be livin in fields of daisies drinking a nice cold beer every night if we lived back then"

The crowd all smiled, a few laughed as the man did, his chest heaving as he hollered like some kind of sick pig, like he was trying to imitate them.

"So what the hell happened? you all know how the old folks talk about how good the world was! When we didn't cower in the night from hags or walkin corpses!" the man screamed, his voice more rage filled than impassioned "Why in the name of all that's holy do we have to cower here like children, Under the shadow of Devilish Damian, the man who's let beasts in to feast on us before, the man who does nothing when our so called guests and saviors prey on us like fuckin cattle!"

The speaker falls on one knee, clasping his hands together as he looked down at his listeners like they were children.

"Cause, our so called "Allies" from Brausrburge caused this! the Millers brought this hell on earth, they poisoned our world and turned it sour, if they hadn't curdled it all we'd be livin in easy times, sucking cream and gold!"He roared, standing back up looking as if wings of fire might sprout from his back as he stands "That unnatural family of blood suckers want nothing more than to overrun this world with beasts, especially that Layla, why'd you think they came here? they working with that crooked king who stomps down on us like dog shit! TO USE US ALL FOR EVEN MORE POWER, AS FUEL! They reigned us in like a bunch of pigs for a reason, we're not meant to live like this"

cont

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Previous thread >>816164
Short summary of what happened last time for people who don't want to look though the thread:
>/qst/-tan woke up to find out that his boyfriend /cm/-tan was kidnapped!
>/qst/ went out on an adventure to save him!
>He met /an/-tan along the way, who's looking for her daughter, /out/-tan.
>/qst/ and /an/ went into the castle where /cm/ was being held by jews
>/qst/ frees /cm/ and he joins the party!
>Now they have just defeated Goldberg Shekelstein, the leader of these jews

Goldberg collapses, while muttering "Damn the goyim..."

"What should we do with him, /qst/?" Asks a tired /an/.

>Kill him
>Ask him where /out/ is
>Ask him why he kidnapped /cm/
>Tell him you'll spare him if he gives you all of his shekels
>Other (write in)

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Pastebin with all of the quest info here: http://pastebin.com/bCLE0nvF

Pastebin with a quick summary of what happened in /qst/-tan quest 1 here: http://pastebin.com/MDk9tmRf

If you're wondering where I'm getting the values for the rolls, I roll off-site because it's faster than making multiple posts just for rolls.

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Part 2, Session 1

It seems you misunderstood when Illusion Yashi said 'take me'; she had apparently meant for you to accept her into your cadre. Which you did, making your oath and vows after some rather forced ravishing. She did seem to enjoy it, despite her protests, which were entirely ineffective on you since you are stronger than she is. Old as she is, any new experience is to be savored, and being ravished by another female was apparently not one that had been cataloged yet.

Gish Akko, I would have words with you.

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Gero, I swear by the bones of Dead Gods that I am going to cut your eyes out and make them into the most powerful clairvoyance object that has ever been created, since you somehow manage to contact me, regardless of location or situation, when I AM BUSY.

The soft mop of bedraggled curls and waves rises from between your legs, too-pale eyes looking up at you from between your legs with curiosity. Her delicate hands press your thighs wider apart....well, indicate she would like you to part your legs for her, she has the strength of a new-born displacer beast. Obliging, you slide one hand into those damp, soft wavelets; she immediately busies her soft, hot mouth against your crux once more.

You can almost feel the blood rush to his cheeks and ears. Nevertheless, Gish Akko, I would desire to renegotiate our terms and leave your cadre. Oh he would, would he.

Indeed? How bold of you. If there is an issue with the other two members, I am certain something can be worked out. Otherwise, breaking oath with me does come with some repercussions. You moan softly, taking pleasure in his confusion and worry as Yashi expertly slips the tip of her tongue under and around the nub of your clitoris, the intense sensation glorious.

But I have not taken oath with you yet to accept your leadership, Akko.... He reminds you in a tone filled with false and easily recognized bravado. It's true, he hasn't officially done so, but your beloved Lady Siobhan has made an accounting of the bargain he took for your services in capturing slaves, which is just as obligating.

As the delicate illusionist explores that delicate, oversensitive bit of flesh, Gero's response makes you laugh aloud. Those too pale eyes open and gaze up at you but you tighten your grip in the lovely creature's hair, and give her a dark look that makes the naked not-youth shiver deliciously and ply her attentions to your sex much more intimately.

[] We still made a bargain. Are you trying to renege?
[] Fine; then you will offer someone else to assist in your place.
[] Are you concerned about a face to face meeting, Gero?
[] Write in?

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Let's do a simple little quest!

To begin with, we need a name for our little character!

First person to get a post number ending in 3 decides the name

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>Previous Threads: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Devil%20Summoner%20Task%20Force%20666%20Quest
>Previous Session: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/702421/
>General Pastebin: pastebin.com/u/TaskForceKaz
>Twitter: https://twitter.com/TaskForceKaz

>Squad Carina Approval
>Brady: 95
>Fitz: 142
>MacKay: 122
>Victoria: 106

You are Adrian Brown, a twenty five year-old third-year medical student living an otherwise normal American life in search of employment. That was until you woke up inside a derelict and demon-infested hospital with four other victims of short-term memory loss. Together, the five of you managed to somehow survive by negotiating with demons and defeating those that were not so amicable. And upon escaping, the all of you realized that it wasn’t as simple as that.

Task Force 666 a multinational organization dedicated to combating hostile demons and those that would use them for ill intentions. And the hellhole you just went through? That was your ‘job interview’, one that you passed with flying colors. When properly offered employment as an agent among the ranks, you accepted without too much hesitation or second thoughts. Duty to humanity and whatnot.

You are now a Devil Summoner in the service of the Task Force, and the de-facto leader of East Coast Operations Division IV Carina Squad. It is your duty to protect mankind from all threats involving the demonic, but how you choose to carry out your orders is entirely up to you. The choices you make shall not only affect those around you, but the fate of the entire world itself…

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[Thursday, July 4th, 2015, 7:46 AM]

Your dreams are mercifully devoid of any content, from neo-pagan goddesses or any images from the prior day. The moment you and Brady returned to your lodgings, he staggered off to the baths in the hopes of cleaning the slime off his clothes and body. You’re not quite sure what Hairy Jack had prior to literally showering his new master with affection, but it’s enough to make the others stir uncomfortably in their own sleep.

In any other circumstance, you’d follow suit and hit the showers before you hit the sack, but the events of the day have had you too fatigued. Because the instant you flop down onto your bed after typing a quick report to Central, you’re asleep before you know it. One moment, you’re glancing at the others in the room, Victoria softly snoring into Fitz’s shoulder and MacKay sprawled on the couch. The next, the sun is up and shining straight into your face.

The five of you groggily pull yourselves out of bed, wincing past the bruises and pains as you stagger towards the showers. The warm water, flowing out of a mesh-like sieve with a tug of a vine, is a balm against your aches, cleansing them from your body along with the dirt and grime. And the towels themselves are decent, a gauzy fabric that smells of mint and doesn’t feel too much like spider webs.

(cont.)

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Your name is Jean de Labendai and you just witnessed the trials against Lord Marius Belamy and his soldiers. You did well and impressed the king quite a bit. Also, the king lowered your taxe rate a sizeable amount.
Now it is the evening before the king and his company are about to leave.
You've got the rest of the day off and therefore decided to find someone from the royal company to train you in the arts of court and general lordship.
You ask around for a while and get a good number of names. Who would you like to ask for training?
>Lord Marac. He rules a sizable domain in the north. He could teach you quite a bit.
>Lord d'Orleans. His domain is smaller than Lord Marac's, around twice the size of yours. He might relate to the needs of a smaller realm better.
>Lord de l'Etoile. He is the king's steward. If he got time for you, he might be the best teacher you could possibly get.
>Other (write in)

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Hey guys, I am back. I hope you are, too.

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The chirp of birds nearby finally interrupt your silent vigil, the sound registering as the first series of noise completely different than the steady rhythm of your mistress breathing in and out in what you hope must be a restful sleep. Moving your metallic limbs, you take two careful steps to the window and slowly open the blinds, letting in a flow of light that illuminates the previously darkened bedchamber.

Staring at the view from the window, your processors tell you that this sight must be quite beautiful for the average human, their minds registering the picture of birds chirping peacefully on swaying trees backlit by a warm sun highly on the list of pleasurable images. Certain that you cannot meaningfully improve anything to fit the fancy of your mistress, you measure the number of steps you need to reach the door and the sound levels of such an action.

Calculating an acceptable amount of noise, well under the amount required to wake a human, you do the same for opening and closing the door, and find that too, satisfactory. Executing your plan of action, you flow through the room like a ghost, and you push yourself through the door with nary a sound. Checking the time, you find yourself almost late on the next list of chores, and so, you push the alarm sequence. Inside the bedchamber, a slight ringing emanates from the phone, at the right volume to wake your mistress.

That gives about a minute or more to finish setting up the bathroom and put your own flourish on things. You stride to the bathroom and polish the mirror, carefully rearrange all the amenities and products within in the exact manner according to the same schedule you’ve done for the last ten years, before exiting just as security feed from the interior cameras catch your mistress opening the bedroom door.

Right. On. Time.

Running down the stairs leading to the living room, you fix the dining table up with napkins, utensils, and even arrange the windows and lighting to match for maximum comfort. Opening the cupboards and starting up the stove, you promptly cook several foods into existence, eggs and bacon with a glass of orange juice, freshly squeezed with several imported oranges you keep in the fridge.

Placing all this on the dining table, you analyze the scene and find it perfectly synchronized to your programming. Looking around you notice something that sends red alerts blaring into your system, something that threatens the very existence of the routine itself.

There isn’t any toast on the table next to the eggs!

NO TOAST. NO TOAST. HOW CAN THERE BE NO TOAST?

Nearly knocking over the table in a mad scramble, flying around and searching the kitchen, you find it devoid of bread of any kind. Checking the records, you search the logs and find the bread stocked properly as of yesterday, when you began the night’s sentry duties and later the sleep vigil. How can this be?

(Cont.)

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A portal has opened, bright and plaintive. Somewhere outside the city walls, passage has been dearly bought. Who has awaited it, here in Answerer's Hall?

Previous thread: >>819710

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Welcome to a no-magic, humans only, somewhat realistic Civ Thread. You will guide a tribe of neolithic humans to the age of information and beyond. We will start by voting on the starting developments/technologies of your Civilization, measured by score in 6 parameters:

AGRICULTURE
INDUSTRY
ECONOMY
MILITARY
SCIENCE
CULTURE.

Your votes, by extension, will also determine the starting area of the Civilization. First, we'll address...

AGRICULTURE: The ability of a civilization to grow food, hunt, fish and produce agricultural products. Also represents the level of surplus food that is stored. Unless careful, excessive focus on AGRICULTURE can negatively impact a civilization's INDUSTRY and ECONOMY. Choose one of the following:

1. Irrigation
2. Fishing Nets
3. Herbalism

((Votes will close 15 minutes after the first vote is cast. If I have to bail to go to work, or sleep, or have other obligations, I will try to let you know and voting will be extended until I can post again.))

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Medically Inaccurate Edition

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Pokemon%20Island%20Adventure%20Quest
https://twitter.com/GobbleQM
Character info pastebin coming soon/eventually (I really mean it. This week for sure)

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 (Budew)

Recently: You talked theology briefly with Keira, and trained your pokemon with Hana.

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Welcome back to DWMA Quest. I'm posting slightly early to get people to see that I'm running (since it isn't my normal hours) and to show off some art that 91m10 (the QM and artist of Not So Glorious Quest) did of Tony and a couple others.
He's interested in doing commissions, so if you wanna throw money at him, contact him on his Tumblr because there's no other way:

https://91m10.tumblr.com/

In any case, he did a great job and all of these were done in like... half an hour each, tops. Really great guy.

Anyways, gonna get situated and start writing soon.

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Lately your dreams have grown troubled. Images of dark caverns and mysterious threats loom over your subconscious like a bad omen, while piles of treasure and promises of power seduce your sense of adventure. However, throughout all of these dreams, one symbol takes the forefront of your mind: the Tetrune of Iralteus. It is a symbol used to denote the joining of power between the four Prime Deities, and is said to show itself to those destined for greatness.

It has been a week now since you've made your preparations, and before you stands the entrance to the ruins of the dwarven fortress. Untold riches lie beneath this mountain, but there are also many untold threats that may come to meet you. Armed only with the equipment you can carry, you cross the threshold to Adventure.

Create a Character
>Name and Gender
>Class and Subpath
Mercenary (Knight or Warrior), Arcanist (Wizard or Spellblade), Rogue (Thief or Assassin), Priest (Paladin or Cleric), Archer (Sniper or Ranger), Acolyte (Warlock or Cultist)
Class subpaths can further specialize at later levels.
>Upload an image of the character.
>Roll a 1d20 with your post.

Player will be chosen by the highest rolled character after an abstract number of posts unless there are at least two other people voting for a different character. Ties will be decided by QM die roll.

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This version of Adventure Quest will be more "roguelike" than my previous attempt at it, by which I mean the adventure will remain within the confines of a randomized dungeon, and there will be no overarching storyline. Just a good old-fashioned dungeon crawl.

Of course, if it becomes anything more than that depends on your input and rolls.

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Welcome back to Thug Quest.

The year is 1986, and you are Johnny the thug. Just another two-bit ex-con, trying to make a living in this city of hot beaches, cool babes, and cold hearts.

Someone betrayed you, and you went after them. Now you're mixed up in some kind of epic crime conspiracy. All you can do is keep moving forward. It's all you know how to do.

Update Twitter: http://twitter.com/ravenkingquests

Previous Threads
Part 1: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/798977/
Part 2: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/810055/
Part 3: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/824162/
Part 4: >>836043