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Thread LXXVI:

Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Lamia%20Legacy%20Quest
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Opening Theme: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RCQmQwKEEOM
Story Thus Far: http://pastebin.com/sSar6jcX
Season: Late Winter

Money: 975
New Backpack - (Sealed)
Kozak Bladesx2
Repeater - Unupgraded

Sasha: Skill list
Ranching +4
Scholar +3
Marksmanship +6
Natural Ability (Lamia) +3
Intrigue +4
Casting (Draconic+4 Roc+3 Leviathan+3 Troll+1 Elemental+1)
Falconry +1

Cold forgotten, you do your damnedest to keep behind McCain as you follow Zhou back to where he had seen the 'metal horse men'. You'd acted quickly once the news had gotten ought, and directed the noncombatants to stay back with Veles. Artyom was less than pleased to be held back from the fighting once again, but you quickly spun it as safeguarding Tatiana and the rest which made him commit to the task with gusto. Between them and your current position, the remainder of Zhou's beastfolk had set up in ambush as per your instructions. McCain, Zhou, Tai and yourself went to get eyes on the newcomers. You were hesitant to bring Tai along, but being able to translate for Zhou was essential. Even still, from here the frantic beat of hooves and the clash of steel can be heard as Zhou points to a rocky outcrop near the crest of the next hill. Getting lower, you approach and hazard a look.

It was as the beastfolk had described it, two moving masses of horsemen clashing with one another. You fully expected a brawl, swords clashing, all the sort of things the novels mentioned. What you didn't expect is for the two groups to be jockeying for position, as if both were just one giant entity made of legs and steel running in time with their fellows. From your vantage point, you see one group, the purple one, turn in unison and converge on the other, yellow one. Charge and countercharge happening simultaneously as the two groups approach each other. The crush happens as the deafening roar of shattered lances and bending metal. And just as quick as they hit, the two groups separate beckoned by an unheard command. As the crush parts, those that died are left behind. It seems to be a race as to who can catch the other out of position as they jockey for yet another long gallop into each other. You can follow the route the two warring parties have taken by the dots of purple and yellow of their dead.

Tearing your gaze away, you look towards McCain, who's quietly waiting for your orders.

>What do?

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Welcome back, my friends!

If you'd like to catch up here are some helpful links:
Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Demon%20Overlord%20Quest
Lady Gneotho's Stats: http://pastebin.com/whRSLSHc
Your Allies' Stats (In Order of Appearance): http://pastebin.com/QUs6LWEc

You are Lady Gneotho: an aspirant for the title of Overlord of the Netherworld known as Potential X. The title itself is the trophy of the Potential X Potential Overlord Tournament that you have entered. As part of the rules, you and every other contender for the throne have been transformed into generic demon classes. As you have discovered with the help of your subordinate, Anasael, that rule was a ruse put in place by Brynn: the demon Seneschal and attendant to several, previously overthrown, Overlords. You have gathered allies through promises of money and violence in order to bring down Brynn's conspiracy to take the title and throne from the victor of the tournament in a surprise attack directly after the championship battle. You are now in the quarterfinals of the tournament and the roster is most likely to consist entirely of your counter-conspiracy, so you gathered them all for a final meeting to set your trap.

>The beginning of this session will be relaying between your main character, Gneotho the Armor Knight, and her allies, Kain the Valkyrie, Anasael the Cleric, and Mystery Person 14 the Dark Knight. So to start the fun, let's decide which character will start.

>Kain (Fighting to enter the quarterfinals and to buy time for the trap to be staged)
>Anasael (Infiltrating the lower levels with MP14 to free the losers from their cells.)
>Mystery Person 14 (Providing armored support for Anasael while infiltrating the Palace Dungeons. Also to relay the the tactical side of the jail break.)
>Genotho (Preparing the Personal Netherworld, Tartarus, for an effective ambush when Brynn is sucked in.)

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ARCHIVE: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Dungeon%20Life%20Quest
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You are Brianna la Croix, freshly married necromancer, and you are currently having a rather civil conversation with a dragon.

Scribbles is going to lose her shit when she realizes how much she's missed.

"How, exactly, did you get involved with Richard?" you ask, seizing on the Wyrm's offer to ask him anything. Might as well go big or go home.

"Intriguing," the old dragon rumbles. He shifts in his place, his scales rasping over one another when he gets comfortable. The waves in the swamp from the dragon's bulk moving cause you to bob like a cork atop the murk. "You use his name. So many refuse to, or are afraid to. You, I think, are not unafraid yourself." The dragon inhales, and you can swear that his scarred, sliced-up mouth is peeling into a genuine smile. "I have not scented genuine courage in so long. Thank you for that, necromancer."

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You sit at a table next to Asuka and Shinobu. You considered sitting with them, but they seem to be talking now, and you don't want to insert yourself into Shinobu's attempts to make friends.

Tiffany is still eyeing you, though she lets you take your time as you describe the events of your first mission, ending with Kia eating the Kishin Egg's soul and your return to the DWMA. As you tell the story, you can see her normally languid half-smile widen, and she even giggles when you describe how you blocked all of the goblin's thrown daggers. She's slowly eating, but is obviously very interested in your tale.

"... so we ended up back here. I'm just glad we weren't hurt." You finish your summary. "How does that stack up against the rumors?"

Tiffany shrugs. "The rumors ranged from the dull, that you sat back and let the other students do all the work, to the fantastic, that you killed both Kishin Eggs yourself without your partner. The truth, however... is much more entertaining. I'd like to hear more about future missions, if you please."

You'd think she was ordering you to, but she sounds so... calm about it that you aren't sure. "We'll see when I make it there. This was a special case, I think. Right time and opportunity."

Tiffany giggles again, covering her mouth with her hand. "I'm sure you completely showing everyone up at the combat trial had nothing to do with it."

You shrug. "Well, whatever the reason, we have classes in a few days..."

>"See any potential partners?"
>"What do you think about (person, write-in)?"
>"What was that move you used against Grayson?"
>"Why are you so interested in hearing about the mission?"
>Write-in?

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You stand at the opening of the old dwarf fortress, It is here that the heroes of old were lost to time, drowned in the shadows of the caverns below. Or at least, that's what all the rumors say back in town. Ah, town. While you stand at the precipice of adventure, your hometown sticks in the back of your mind as a sort of anchor to the experiences that led you to becoming an adventurer.

You lived in a:
>Close-knit village
>Port town
>Castle city
>Other (write in)

where your primary role was:
>Local guardsman
>Councillor or advisor
>Medic or medical assistant
>Other (write in)

However, after a while, your mundane job couldn't entertain you, and so you looked to one of the six Guilds for guidance. You visited them all, but the one that called to you the most was:

>Mercenary
>Arcanist
>Rogue
>Cleric
>Ranger
>Acolyte

You trained and learned as much as you could before you grew into the man you are now, and while still very much a part of the guild, your call to adventure is only beginning...

>Name

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Continued from:
>>798666

...Hey, can you hear me in there? Did we blow your eardrums? Did the feedback knock you out? I was told it shouldn't happen, but now I got unconscious people laying in the pods so...

Right, uh, sorry about that small technical... glitch? I asked Phil to simulate a meteor strike, not the end of the frickin world, y'know?

Well, as soon as you got your wits back about you, reconfirm your status and get ready to continue. Phil's reconfigured the strike to normal levels and... well, now it's time to see how well you handle surprises.

>This is a continuation of the last test. If you were here, repost your stats to log back in. Otherwise, you will be kept in stasis until you do so.
>Everybody else, standy for rules.

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“Kotorin, wake up!” a loud whisper reaches your ears.

As you groan and try to sit straight, a piece of chalk flying your way hits you square in the forehead. You yelp and cover your injury as you open your eyes, recoiling at the sight of 「Shiro-sensei」 who looks your way, deeply annoyed.

“Don’t sleep in class…” she says before quickly turning around back to the blackboard.

Flipping to a new page in your notebook, you hold a tired expression while you yawn. You sit in the backrow next to the window, possibly the most optimal seat in a 「Classroom」. Ah, you have a feeling you had a really nice dream as fleeting remnants of happiness and unfulfillment vanish forever.

The girl sitting next to you, Kiririn, pokes you. “Are you okay? You look tired.”

“Y-yeah, I’m fine,” you say, “…I think.”

“Maybe you should go to the nurse?”

In the background, 「Shiro-sensei」 is droning on. “…It was then that the world was split into two… as one lived their lives on the earth, the other watched from the heavens…”

Maybe. Ah, 「Shiro-sensei」 is teaching 「History」, how boring…

So sleepy…
>Go back to sleep.
>Attempt to pay attention.
>Doodle in your notebook.
>Go to the nurse.
>Write-in.

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Zaraki Kenpachi stands motionless, the still air of a chilly autumn night pressing in all around him. But something about that chill's not right. It sets the hairs on his arms all on end, and sends an electric tingle down his spine. He shifts his balance, almost as if waiting impatiently for something to happen: and in that same moment it does.

A trio of knives sink into his back, one narrowly missing his spine and the other two embedding themselves in his shoulder blade like darts sticking into a board. The man, almost gaunt in his appearance despite his muscular build, ignores the wounds like they're nothing more than bug bites. Instead he raises his jagged sword and parries the strike that comes from his left, blade meeting with a stout, broad sword and a curved handguard.

“That's a damn dirty trick, sneakin' around like that!” the reigai-Kenpachi objects, forcing his assailant back with a grunt of exertion. “And you wonder why nobody likes you Onmitsu types? I'll give you a hint, it's shit like this.”

“If you're too thick to get it,” Yoruichi sighs, spinning one of her swords around its hilt as she stretches out one shoulder, “then don't bother talking trash to me.”

Truthfully, she had hoped Zaraki's reflexes were exactly that: an automatic reflex rather than a conscious thought. If he'd blocked the knives she could've used shunpō to close in and cut his throat right from the start, preventing him from releasing his reiatsu and avoiding the need for it herself. Had it worked out that way the reigai might not realize she was there, and more of them might fall into her trap. But since it didn't, and he was able to move his arm the few inches required to counter her maneuver, it seems likely that she'll need to go all out.

A distant burst of reiatsu alerts her to the progress of another battle.

“Seems Riku had to let loose,” she muses. “Byakuya must be giving her some trouble.”

“I'd rather be fightin' over there,” Zaraki frowns, shouldering his zanpakuto. “Get some of that action.”

With a blinding burst of speed Yoruichi closes the distance between her and her opponent, engaging his blade with one of her swords and slashing at his stomach with the other. After leaving a shallow cut across his bicep and an angry, purplish bruise under his ribs, she finally takes up a stance of her own.

“What, am I not interesting enough for you?”

Zaraki turns to face her, blade held low in his right hand. “You're not my type.”

Smirking, Yoruichi builds up a mass of reiatsu, exploding it outward then pulling it back through her veins in a powerful current. “Shunkō!”

“Sorry, but you're not gonna get the chance to fight Riku,” she snarls as reiatsu arcs wildly, like a thunderstorm dancing across her skin. “Because you're gonna die, right here.”
>1/3

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Your name is Jean de Labendai, former squire and now heir of the late Jandant de Labendai.
As your province needs much stability, you decided to engage in a political marriage, which led you to the court of Lord David Sang-Valois.
At the moment, you are talking to his youngest daughter, Annabelle, in the library.

>Well, Annabelle. I think your father will give you room to decide on this. After all, your sister got it, too.
Annabelle shrugs.
>Not sure. I never bashed in a suitor's head.
The two of you have a little laugh.
>Well, I guess the future will show it. Good night, Mylord.
Before leaving the library, she turns around for a last time.
>Someone like you would be great, to be honest. You don't have a twin, do you?
Then, she is gone.

What do you want to do?
>Go after her. We are someone like us.
>Leave her for now. Chasing her at this time of the night might be considered... inappropriate.
>Other (write in)

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Also, updates might be slow today. Sorry about that, but I've got like ten tons of cookies to bake.

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Welcome to Thug Quest, Part 3.

You are a washed-up ex-con, Johnny, used to the smell of gunsmoke and the pain of busted knuckles. 48 hours ago, you were just another nobody, trying to make a living with nothing to your name but two fists and a collection of scars. Then someone set you up, and tried to take you down. You don't know who it was. But you're going to do what it takes to find out.

You survived the attack with a million dollars cash, a new friend, and a lot of new enemies. That night, you met someone who might be a little of both, friend and enemy: Catherine, a nightclub owner. She claims to have the information you're looking for about the people who attacked you. Do a job for her, she says, and you'll get it, with a little extra besides. Fifty grand in cocaine, and some new wheels.

The job involves bringing some Japanese guy into the docks in South Harbor. Gangs down there tend to act like packs of stray dogs: violent, territorial, nothing to lose. So you've got to keep yourself and this guy alive in their turf, while he steals a vehicle from them, which will supposedly act as your escape route.

How hard could it be?

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Wandering under a chance remaining light, a soul blackened by despair remembers.

In world so overcome, that alone is a call for help.

Who will answer?

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Shinobi Quest #51

This quest takes place within the lands of the Five Great Shinobi Nations (aka Narutoverse) starting roughly around the beginning of the original series. The world of this quest remains similar to the original, with slight but notable differences in certain areas, based upon the passage of time from a single slightly altered event.

(It’s a goddamn Naruto Quest, you bastards. Have fun, participate, and write in when you feel inclined. Most of the outcomes of this quest will be determined by you, the players. Critiques and questions are always welcome, as my knowledge of the weeby shit is not all encompassing.)

http://pastebin.com/WiPdCqLH


Previous Threads: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Shinobi%20Quest

Last thread, Tsuki Norihime joined forces with her mentor, Danzo Shimura, to fight the Akatsuki member Kisame Hoshigaki. While initially unsuccessful, you were able to make use of a bit of guile, along with relying heavily upon Danzo, to fight the missing-nin. By utilizing Danzo’s strange summoned beast, your stellar attacks were greatly amplified, taking them to a level Kisame couldn’t ignore- eventually resulting in him fusing with his blade, Samehada, to create a monster. Attacking in concert with your teacher, you were able to break Kisame’s hold on the earth somewhat- though it took a blast from Danzo’s mechanical arm to finish the fight, as Tsuki took an awful hit from the Akatsuki member.

Overwhelmed by the pain of the blow, Tsuki retreated into her subconscious, where she elected to speak once again to Kaguya, the mysterious progenitor of chakra, and spoke to her about several topics, accepting her invitation to relax. However, before too long, even she became alarmed…..

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/qst/-tan slowly sits up on his bed and stretches his arms. It's been a few months since the last time he went on a big adventure, and because of this he has been getting lazy. /qst/ yawns, and slowly pulls himself out of his bed. He changes out of his pajamas, and gets ready for the day. He looks around his messy room, that has scattered clothes and dice everywhere. He notices something is missing, and then realizes it's /cm/-tan. /qst/ reminisces a bit about the big adventure he went on with the young boy a few months ago, and wishes to go on another big adventure like that. He wonders if /cm/ left early to go do something, but then /qst/ finds a note on the ground.

"I've kidnapped your little friend, bring money and your best memes to this location or you'll never see him again"

/qst/ realizes what he must do, he must go out and save his boyfriend! Finally a chance to go on another adventure! He takes a look at the note again, and sees that it has a map showing where to go.

/qst/ picks up his bag and his wallet that has $100 in it, and wonders about what to do first to prepare for his new adventure.

>Search around his room for extra supplies
>Sneak into your older brother /tg/'s room to find supplies
>Go to /k/'s weapon and armor shop
>Go to /ck/'s food and potions shop
>Go to /fit/'s gym
>Go out on your adventure
>Other (Write in)

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Sorry that it's been forever since the end of /qst/-tan Quest 1, but I got busy with shit. However, I hope that this quest will go just as well as the first one!

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

Missed the /qst/-tan Quest 1? Here's a pastebin I made that gives a quick summary of what happened: http://pastebin.com/MDk9tmRf

If you want to see all of the threads of /qst/-tan quest 1, just check a site that archives /qst/ threads, I'm too lazy to go check if there is one and to go find them.

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You are Paxious Dromus, a Zabrak and, soon, an initiate at the Jedi Temple on Tython. After passing the first two tests on your way to being fully accepted by the order, only one more stands in your way.

You wake up in the dormitory to find the all of your peers are still asleep. The sun has just started to leak through the windows as you sit up. It seems you have some time to kill before your final test begins.

What will you do?

> Eat breakfast
> Meditate
> Wander around the temple a bit. See who else is up.
> Go back to sleep
> Write-in

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>previous thread: http://archived.moe/qst/thread/771716/
>twitter for schedule updates @scheissfunker

You are Lieutenant Richter Von Tracht, tank commander for the Archduchy of Strossvald, and on your way to your first and supposedly quiet assignment in the western city of Blumsburgh your rail transport was ambushed by an anti-duchy militia and stopped, forcing you and your crew as well as a pair of others to pick up and try to make your way to friendly forces on your own.

You also encountered bizarre, seemingly supernatural entities; shadowy figures as well as a hulking humanoid monster with no head. These things were complete mysteries until you found your newest companion; by what seemed to be chance, you encountered your arranged fiancée- one Maddalyn Von Blum. You encountered her along with a modern m/32 tank, and used the vehicle to seemingly destroy the monster, which Maddalyn referred to as a demifiend, but she advised you that it would be back.

After splitting the members of your ragtag group among your available vehicles, you took a northern path towards the city of Blumsburgh, expecting little danger after Maddalyn told of skirmishes among militias to the south, only to run into a small battle anyways.

You ran unexpectedly directly behind one of the side’s positions; made up of five ununiformed but nevertheless armed men, all but one surrendered immediately as soon as your tank loudly made its presence clear, grinding through clay and crackling brush.

“Point the coaxial at the loud one,” you tell Guus, until recently known as Fatty the Train Security Guard, “Don’t shoot him, just make sure he knows not to anger us. I’m going to talk to them.” He stares blankly at you. "The turret machine gun."

"Oh."

You open the upper hatch of your tank, making sure to stay low so if they try to crack a shot at you they don’t have an easy target. “Now, don’t do anything stupid,” you call down to the multitude, who are paying much more attention to you than their leader, who is steadily losing motivation, “especially you, Herr Hero.”

The young leader looks side to side at his compatriots, one of whom simply shakes his head at him. “Fine,” he says, “You got us. Are you going to let us go or just make us dig our own graves?”

“I wasn’t planning on killing you if you cooperated,” you tell them, “are you part of the Pro-Reich militias?” you demand.

The young leader puffs his chest out and stands up straight. “We are the Dawnseekers, warriors for freedom and justi-“

“A yes or no would have done.” You interrupt his tirade.

>Further interrogate the group; ask whatever you think you can get out of them

>After that:

>Let them all go; but keep their weapons
>Keep the loud one as a prisoner and let the rest go
>Take one of the more cowed militiamen as a prisoner