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The map of the north-eastern coast of Haszad – what would otherwise be a wasteland to others – comes into view, marked with arrows, circles and crosses. A valley and a mountain range, as well as a cliff-side are marked clearly enough to give you the nerves. Behind you, the laughter had stopped; absolute silence reigned… everyone seemed to be in working mode now.

‘Jackal Squadron, in less than an hour, we’re going to be heading straight for The Unions waters.’ He begins in a low, gravely voice. ‘This is under direct request from The Count of Tohno – you know how this is going to go; pick up the assets and get out. We’ll be using the land route by the coast as our entry point using low altitude and the night when we cross the border; intel on Abyssal activity on the straits, as always, is fuzzy, and because we’re trying to keep this as silent as we can… we’re not going to ask them anyway.’

Someone briefly snorts.

‘Our two consultants are The Vice-Admiral and The First Division Commander of The Yokosuka Base.’ He indicates the both of you, and even in the dark you can see the steel in his eyes. ‘Codenames: Ahab and Ishmael, respectively. You’ve been given you briefing so you know your job – this is strictly off the books so if you’re in, you’re not getting out – the same goes for our two assets. All of you know what our job is – the recovery and retrieval of two Admiralty assets; designation Yamato and Musashi, currently on hold at a Black Site under the jurisdiction of Haszad Intelligence.’

‘If it’s just a retrieval, Squadron Commander, why do we need two consultants on-site?’ A female voice asks.

‘The Count of Tohno was adamant on the details of this operation. We have a small window to retrieve and bring back The KanMusu from the black site north of Gavlan.’ He points to the circle at the tip of the land mass. ‘The state of the assets is written as critical – by the time we reach the site, we have an estimated hour at most to find both of them and restore them to a safe threshold – the window is short, so we’re going to have to do it on mission hours. Ahab and Ishmael are our experts. They’ll be handling recovery; our job is to get them in and out.’

The lights come on.

‘Loudmouth.’

‘Sir!’ A woman, younger than the rest, stands up. It’s the owner of the one inquisitive voice from before.

‘You’re Ishmael’s sitter.’ He doesn’t miss a beat declaring the assignment, nor does the room spare one as all of them keep their silence. He gives the room one last sweeping glance. ‘Anything else?’

>‘Isn’t using the coastline as a course… risky?’
>‘Why is she my sitter, Commander, sir? The Vice-Admiral doesn’t have one.’
>‘Why is my ammo stock less than the others on this mission?’
>PREP
>Write-In

>>827510
>‘Why is she my sitter, Commander, sir? The Vice-Admiral doesn’t have one.’

>>827510
>PREP
they know better than us at this things

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The battle is Met. Iron Clashes and the Rancor of the Gaolers is heard ! Wendigo slashes with Chidori and open grievous wounds.

However the the assault did not down their oppressor, with a bloody roar their aggressions are returned two fold--
Wendigo and Ishmael are smashed against the Rock.
Worse yet, the thrumming sensation travels through the group at the sight of Maladius and immediately it is remember why this Gaoler is the Eater of Plagues !
> A contagion curse runs through the Ewer
> A contagion /chain/ wafts through the ranks
> 2/3rds of our ranks gain Leeches !

Ishmael: Agh-- you did... a good job.. those knights are tough and I have no doubt that... . .

Feth... everything is going blank... leave us... save Nezera beyond those doors ! "

A choice.

It presents itself here and now.

=Act Phase=
> Leeches will drain HP as soon as the player acts...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YUljhPwmqg0

"Get up, knight! There's still more enemies to kill!"

>Force-feed K1 an entire water canteen
>Fire at moth cultist/purple mist 5E of me
>Battle Rhythm! Load 2 Pumpkin Rounds

[^] Isaac Ispie Lvl 8

Equipped:

>The Hunter's Daughter MK-II (HR-04a, lvl.4), RNG: 5+1, AMMO: 2, *ProneShot: If Shooter does not move this turn, +2Rng, 2 HANDS
>LOAD: 1-1 HappyBday (4Crush x 5AOE) + 2 DMG (Packed Round) + 1 x Spreadshot (- 2 DMG)
>Ammo: 17/10 Irondrop (4AP), 6/10 HappyBday (4Crush x 5AOE). 8/10 Stun Rounds (-1 Act). 6-2/10 Pumpkin Rounds (6 Fire), 9 Brass Bells (5 DMG), 10/10 Silver Bullets (5 DMG, bonus to undead, Midians, and unpleasant lux-weak things)
> Lvl 3 Combat Harness (+1 Def, +1 HP, +1 Gun Slot, *Quick Draw), Lvl 5 Sniper Cap (+ 2 Vision, +1 RNG, +1 MOV, +2 HP)
>Reincarnation Shell
Bag: Binoculars x 2, 4 x Refillable Water Flasks, C4 x 3, Combat Knife, Lv3, ATK + 3, BLEED: 1
ATK: 3
DEF: 2+1
MOV: 4+1
ACT: 2
HP: 12/16 (+1+ 2+8[lvl])
MAG: 2
VIS: +2
Skills: Firing Solution, Packed Round, Friendly Fire, Spread Shot, Battle Rhythm, Double Time, !Bring it Down!, Take Prisoner, Reassemble

[Relentless]: Witnessing a murder will allow you to track the culprit with a tap action.

Millitiamen!

I believe I have just confirmed that binoculars work without direct line of sight. However, doing so is less effective.

So if you're waiting for action or can't move, I recommend that you try to map out our route to the stairs.

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You rise in the middle of a grass field, surrounded by men, all dead, clothed in heraldry and armor you couldn't hope to understand. A gust of wind chills you to the bone as you examine your area.

You turn all around, soaking in the new information, the view, the smell, the sounds of men dying, all of it. To one side stands a proud grey banner with three large castles on it, near directly opposite it, further down the field sits a slightly less proud banner of a red feather.

You look up at the sun, which could just have passed its zenith, or perhaps it's approaching it, you don't know. You've had your fill of the sky and look down to the ground you stand on. The greenishgrey grass is surprisingly soft on your feet, but the ground itself is strewn with weapons of war.

Bows, spears, swords of all shapes and sizes, shields with sigils you can barely remember fill your head. Seems like all is still in this little place, soft hills roll off in the distance and you feel you could lose yourself in such a calm place. Your head moves to directly below you.

Your friend in that heavy looking steel armor lays on the ground below you, his face a black swollen mess. Swinging your head around and stumbling over yourself, you see a similar man, but dressed in all leather and furs, quite the warm looking furs as well.

Another gust chills you to the core, something inside of you is telling you that these used to be men, probably had families. But again, insticts are taking over and you need something to wear, your body feels weak as it is.

[1] loot the man in full armor, maybe he was important

[2] survival comes before chance, i need warm clothes and fast

>>830780
>[2] survival comes before chance, i need warm clothes and fast

You really should have picked a better time for this, man. Your writing is pretty great but it's night in both Europe and America and it's a workday! How is anyone going to see this?

>>830780
>[2] survival comes before chance, i need warm clothes and fast

It's important to get our bearings first before we go hunting for mad cash. Besides, if the armored fellow was important, it would be a bad idea to parade around with his things.

>>827601
>Inquistoress Amaya Santiata!
Let's purge some heretics.
We can do our victory lap later.
And laugh at cucked flames later as well.

>>827601
>Inquistoress Amaya Santiata!

Time for the Inquisition anons.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NUMkcBctE7c

If this link's good, it should be Mel Brook's Inquisition theme anons.

You are the Inquistoress Amaya Santiata, a half-dragon who can shapeshift, breathe fire, and purge [b]HERESY[/b].

And right now, your planning to take care of the "furfags and scalies" in Stockholm... You of course have a limited amount of resources to draw upon depending on what your doing...

How will you solve the issue of heresy, madam?

>Try to be subtle and sneaky to avoid causing a scandal! (Sneaky!)
>...Go in loud and proud, call in the army and direct raids on likely places where heresy is likely dwelling! (Loud!)
>Try to find where their dens of deviancy are, and then raid them! (Semi-Sneaky!)
>...Try to find their main hubs and incite the citizenry to fight against them! (Semi-Quiet!)
>You have a idea... (Write-In)

Next, we'll decide who's helping or if you wnat to go solo.

https://youtu.be/-K1vGcH3gSY?t=13s

>>834152
The generals are your friend, newbie. Also, read and study quests you and others find good.
>>804963

>>834248
thank you. reading Iron Quest rn, and i've already read all of Khornette Quest. IQ is the main inspiration for this one. thanks again

"You are so fucking fucked mi amigo," Ado adds with an ironically bleak face, as she turns
to stare at the broken horn Leader with a wide smile. "I'm the top-man of the hornmothers, I've
grown bullying hornmothers, know more about hornmothers than I know about my daddy."

"I /am/ a hornmother." As the broken horn Leader's words die out, one of the hornmothers
smashes a cupcake against the floor and the other gasps. "Ten to the one on the left."

"Check and five more." The shirtless, muscular blonde says, half his face shining. "You'll learn."
He pauses as the hornmothers stand to yell at one another, drawing some haremhorns to
them. "Also do those fucks hate you or what?"

"Hate is fear of effort; they don't talk even behind my back." She feels the picnic behind
her with a hand as she talks, you quickly get a small carrot square with cheese near it. "Do not
misunderstand, I'm completely okay with this. You can be happy alone, too." She gets the
square to her mouth, chews, and grimaces.

Ado shrugs"I dunno, I didn't say anything about that."

"I check."

The hornmothers sit at once, looking at each other dead in the eye.

"Here comes the river," Ado says, grabbing the broken horn's Leader hand by mistake as he
searches for a snack. Regardless, he brings her hand to his mouth and chews softly, as the
himehorn stares meekly. "Twastes laik sad ffuck-"

You raise both eyebrows, suddenly concerned. The broken horn Leader points at the
hornmothers from Ado's mouth. They are just... fixed on each other, not even moving. "Ten to
the one on the left."

Ado spits her mouth. "Motherfucker." He sits like the Thinker sculpture for a while. Then he
raises his head and long, shining hair. "Go Arma if you are so fucking miserable, the First
is making new ones for free you know."

"Ado!" You blurt out, your eyes wide as you jump to a stand. Yet a small, drooling hand
stops you, and the broken horn Leader doesn't even turn to look at you.

"Let him talk.." She says, turning to look at you blankly. "I've grown... tired of politeness and
mind games, lately. Conversations get turned into laberinths."

"There's no need to be mean either." You add regardless, a high pitch in your voice.

"Hey, it's me." Ado winks at you. "Take it as a vow of confidence, I'm betting she's not
retarded enough to get angry."

"What makes you think I'm sad?" She says, as the hornmothers silently grab their cards.

"You lie and you are on anti-depressants." He points out. "And you hear people dying all day.
Check."

"Showdown." Peacefully, the himehorn points at the himehorns; the one on the right grabs the
other by the horns and starts to shake them wildly, as the other sobs and screams. "Now
I'm sad."

(Cont!)

The hornmothers are then finally separated by a crowd of haremhorns, yelling and pointing at
each other just like yesterday and the day before. Ado, the hornmother, and you just stare
at the peaceful scenery of green, stone and smallhorns, as the himehorns start to leave the
scene and the sun wanes behind you, to a pleasant orange.

"Think about it." Ado breaks the silence, still staring at the few smallhorns and haremhorns
playing around. "You could be like Happy. Happy."

The broken horn Leader chuckles. "She's called Happy because the last thing she said before
the treatment was 'I want to be happy'." She chuckles a bit more, perhaps a bit too much.
"Thus, her headband."

Ado turns fully to her. "Why are you doing this?" That might be the only time you ever saw
him serious. "You don't care about the hornmothers, and you never cared about the
humans before."

"It's a bet. A gamble." Yet she isn't looking at him. "In Poker, you make choices out of leads.
Vague leads; those are all you've got." She pauses to take a sip from her tea cup until she
finds it empty, then leaves it at her side for you to grab it. "What happens when you run out of
leads?"

(Cont!)

You glance at the cards in your hands, fast enough that a non-Fake wouldn't notice.

8 of hearts
8 of spades

Your orange eyes dart to the flop, almost floating over the clean glass table.

4 of diamonds
3 of diamonds
J of clubs

And finally, you look at Trash. Almost bluntly. You fix your eyes on her, adjusting your optics
as you stop the pulse not only of your face but of your whole body. One of the templar's
eyebrows tilts as she looks at you.

"I feel threatened.” Trash says.

"Sorry!" You blurt out, almost actually sorry.

Yet you do study her; she's concerned. There's no doubt at all about it.

Despite your programming allowing you into sculpture mode, some leak has been left in your
system to prevent you from landing in the uncanny valley. Small little gestures in your
face, slight trembles in your tights and
shoulders.

You wonder if she knows that.

"Raise!" you announce, perhaps a bit too eagerly, as you gently slide another flake next
to you. That makes three of them; that's the most you are willing to bet.

And you can see that the templar hesitates. Like a clay pot against a mild wind, they
wouldn't see it trembling, [s]but you would[/s]. You are.

"Check." Trash finally says, and Vaal lets out another uncalled "oooooooooooooooooooh!",
this time louder than the last. "Break my concentration and I'll break one of your legs."

Vaal giggles. " So mean! You'd have to princess-carry me then."

Trash looks at her. "I'd carry you over my shoulder like a log. Backwards."

"You like my butt that much?"

...Trash silently gets another flake on the table, then grabs the deck and takes another card
from it. It's the J of diamonds. And she's blushing.

You do your best not to grin; that makes it a double pair. A good hand, not a powerhouse but
it might work. Yet, you aren't betting more than three flakes.

"Check!" You blurt out, eagerly.

"Check." Trash replies, still hiding her face under her golden hair.

The turn dies out, and the river is dealt.

It's another J; the J of hearts. You glance at Trash and there's no doubt, for you, at all; her
eye are lit, even if her face is steady.

"Check." You say.

She puts three more flakes on the table, smiling, her face still a bit red. "Heating up the
toaster!" she visibly grins at you.

Trash still seems worried even after this newfound surge of confidence. You notice the
slight trembling, the excitement, the layers. Trash thinks she can win the showdown.

And you are /dead/ sure of this.

>>826534
>>A fancy shortsword that holds a faint glow, slight sparks of energy flicker back and forth on the blade.

Mind if we look at some examples of the warcrime selection, in case we reach the Godzilla Threshold?

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Well shit, I guess I forgot to add this to the OP huh.

Previous threads: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Papers

Twitter: https://twitter.com/Leave_QM

>>Gloves

A mark of station

I roll to fuck a horse.

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>827082
I'll roll for you

>>826203
Fuck. Guys. I just lost the game.

>>825978
well shit, make some fucking spaghetti

>>826051
Dunce first we need to find a large pot.

>>826100
Nah you gotta prep the ingredients first.

>>833124
Roll with a dice+1d1000000

Germany
berlin grey

>>833124
Claiming Spain Francisco

>>828251
>> Meet your team [Long intro, character intros for our cast]

>>828251
> Meet your team [Long intro, character intros for our cast]
Is this a spooky quest? I hope it's spooky.

>>828251
>Meet your team [Long intro, character intros for our cast]

>>827761
Gnome

>>827761
Dragons

>>827761
Gnomes

You have two pokemon.

Mimikyu is level 10 and has Disguise as it's abbility.
Its moves include Disarming Voice, Phantom Force, Thundershock and Play nice.

Planny is a level 6 Ralts with Trace and knows Confusion, Teleport, Night Slash, and double team.


You also have a social level of 5 and can ignore one crit fail relating to social situations.

>>825844
>Do 1 but take Planny out with you, have fun with it.

Hi MimikQM.

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>>825897
Well that looks like all we are getting at the moment.

You take out Planny, the ralts is slightly winded from her fight with Mr Chop Chop but other then that she's perfectly fine. The Honedge never managed to hit her, which for a pokemon with no guard, must be very upsetting.

The sun sets lower as you and your entourage wander through the woods. Nightfall quickly descending over the trees, which suits your pokemon just fine they can see in the dark perfectly.

You on the other hand, have to use the flashlight on your pokedex to see.

To be fair you don't mind the ambience, you used to sneak out into the forest all the time at seven.

Most kids aren't allowed to because of while pokemon but... you never had that problem as a kid.

Huh. You wonder why.

>Roll 1d100 encounter table.

>>824482
>>Stay down for now. Only engage if found out.

>>824482
>Stay down for now. Only engage if found out.

Best thing to do is to stay still

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"Wait for them to pass..." You trailed off as you clicked off the safety on your Luger. The model that you carried was a standard model, it was chambered in the 9x19 parabellum that was typical of a pistol of the Reich. However, yours was still fairly new, and was fitted with a black polymer grip. Logan had referred to it as a Black Widow, a nickname given to these newer pistols by american arms dealers that sold captured pistols back in the United States.

You placed your other hand on top of Strasse's head. The young medic still hadn't gotten over your faked death. You wondered just how much she cared about your company.

Then again, you had been one of few people who had pushed for her safety. It was all together possible that she may simply have latched onto the only person that had not stated and ill intent towards her.

You waited for a couple of minuites as the SS unit milled around for a bit. You picked out a few scattered words here and there over the sound of idling engines. However, you waited on your belly for a bit longer, only for the SS section to board their halftracks and leave, just a few minuites after they had arrived.

You waited for a few minuites longer as the sound of engines filtered away into the dark, eventually, you and your comrades got up.

"Good, they're none the wiser." Logan sighed as he shook some dirt off his Thompson.

"Let's hope that things stay this way. Eugen, grab the demolition charge." Gilmore hissed as him and a pair of soldiers made their way towards the bush where one of the jeeps was hidden.

You calmly made your way over to a mound where one of your demolition charges was buried. You quickly and carefully picked up the charge and stowed it.

"Would you have done it?" Strasse asked out of the blue. Her voice was low and brittle, the shock of the previous event had not yet wore off.

"Would you have killed them?" She asked as she looked up at you with reddened eyes. Her voice was low as she asked.

>"Yes, no members of the SS deserve to live. Not for what they have done."
>"Maybe, depends on if they had found us or not."
>"No, an engagement would have ended badly."
>Other (write in)

>>823973
Last time on Hero Guardian Quest:


Lin woke up to find herself nearly left behind on the assault on the Western Front. She quickly woke Chao, who’d stayed behind, and found herself being teamed with Yu, whom had cut off her hand earlier. Refusing to forgive her transgressions, the trio headed out after deciding to assist with the Breach.


The mission went well, up until the humans detonated a part of the village assaulted that slew scores of both humans and Awoo. With rage and fury in her heart, and the White Wolf’s power fueling her, Lin led the charge against the humans, and slew her way to the Masked Twins- a powerful brotherly duo, alongside Yu.


This resulted in Yu being thrown off a cliff, the White Wolf leaving Lin as she attempted to save Yu, and the successful murder of one of the brothers...only for the other to receive some sort of dark power, which resulted in Lin losing her right leg and left arm, and passing out from the pain shortly afterwards.

And it's back.

>>824010
You’re not sure whether you’re alive or dead at the moment. You can feel...nothing...but at the same time you feel restless. Like there’s boundless energy around you, but none of it comes from you. You can’t see anything- not even your own body. Simply an inky void. Perhaps this is what limbo feels like...how long will you be like this? Is this your fate?

You can hear mutterings of faceless voices, words and sounds that you can’t make heads or tails of, that sound like they’re coming from everywhere and nowhere at the same time. Some of them sound louder than the others, and some are soft and warm sounding. And yet you can make none of it out- like it’s simply being muffled and scrambled and spoken in ten different languages. Even trying to hear clearer is impossible.

And yet throughout all this, there is still something that overwhelms your sense of being, something that gnaws at your core- a regret that tears at you and causes your soul to burn and shake whenever you think of it.

>The fact that you couldn’t kill that bastard Segwick. It’s sickening that he yet breathes.
>The fact that Yu died and you couldn’t save her. Perhaps you could have been faster somehow…
>The idea that this may have been your best chance to prove yourself useful to the Awoo, and you may have squandered it at the end.
>Other