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A small alarm on the nightstand buzzes irritantly, waking up the two occupants of the dark bedroom. A hand lazily gropes around, accompanied by annoyed groaning as it searches for the perpetrator. It finally finds the beping device and slams down upon it, silencing it completely. That same hand then reaches down to scratch its owner's groin.

Cao yawns as he sits up in bed. He blinks a few times as his mind catches up to his body, just as upset at being jolted awake as his partner, who is similarly waking up. She pulls the covers nearly completely off of him as she rolls over, seemingly intent on going back to sleep and leaving none for him. He looks at the clock; having recently understood how to read numbers, but only barely, it takes him a moment longer than a normal person to register that it's nearly the afternoon. They slept in for quite a while, but then again, were also up quite late, so maybe it all worked out in that regard. The blinds are closed---if they were open, the room would be terribly bright with the afternoon sun.

He looks over at Jacqui, memories of last night suddenly flooding into the forefront of his mind, rushing to remind him of how great it was. A smile creeps onto his face, but then runs away when memory of what preceded it returns.

D'Vorah. She's back, and a member of the Deadly Alliance. She attacked Kotal Kahn two nights ago, and today he's to report to the Z'unkahrah palace to begin his new duty... as temporary Kahn.

His hands clasp his face, stretching it and rubbing it before he buries them both in his hair, pulling slightly. As if news of D'Vorah's return wasn't enough; now he has to fill in a position he hadn't expected to deal with for a very long time. Last night was his last night here on Shang Tsung's island at the New Defenders base before heading off to sit on the throne.

'The throne...'

For some reason, a shiver runs up his spine at the thought. He had prepared for the notion, or so he thought until the news actually came.

Jacqui was---is---supportive. They spoke for a long while about it last night, before... other things. Kotal was not dead, so Cao wasn't stepping up to fill a permanent position. Yet. Ever since Cassie backed off and things switched to a solo relationship between himself and Jacqui, she's been constantly there for him, even going so far as helping him learn to read basic letters and numbers while teaching him more about Earthrealm culture.

'And the sex is amazing, that's a bonus too,' he thinks amusedly to himself. But now, here she is, hogging all the covers! 'That simply won't do...'

>Get out of bed
>Steal the covers back by pulling them off her
>Kick her out of the bed suddenly
>Wrestle her for the blanket
>Wake her up with a kiss
>Other (write-in)

>>812891

> Steal the covers back and flee with our new cape/imperial robe

When you play the game of thones...

>>812891
>Steal the covers back by pulling them off her

>Arsheg - firstborn

I shall commence with the next post once a couple of votes come in, or after around 10-15 minutes, whichever happens earlier

You are the first-born son of your father, you also have a younger sister. She is staying with Chakur’s family for the time being. Balwaan is one of three step-brothers from your father’s second wife. You have never had friction with your step-family, but the death of your father and the humiliation of your mother’s abduction may give them the wrong ideas about your legitimacy as chieftain.

You have just reached adulthood, and are quite quite young for a tribal chieftain.

It is on Chakur’s advice that you left your sister back home as a gesture of trust, and brought along Balwaan. You have reached the settlement and pitched tents. It is time to decide your next move.

The People of the Mountain are divided into four Lineages. These Lineages are further divided into a total of 40 Clans which diverge into Sub-Clans, or Packs, and finally into Tribes, which are basically extended family units.

You and your uncle come from the same Lineage; you also share different Clans. A council of the Clan level will sit to decide on this matter, among other things.

Which Lineage are you from?

(1/2) Options to follow

The beheaded ghoul stands in front of you, unmoving. Without eyes, ears or nose it has nothing to react to, you suppose. With your heart calming down to a beat once every few seconds, as seems to be your norm now, you relax a little. You still sidle backwards until you can pick up the chairleg lying on the floor though. With a weapon in hand you feel a little more secure, though you aren't sure quite how well your shrivelled, stiffened limbs could swing it.

Akko stands ready at your side. You have vague memories of how he ripped the ghoul's head off, and in them his shadow-flesh seemed to be far darker and larger than the vague darkness currently wrapped around his skeleton. He seems to have no interest in the ghoul now.

You walk past the other ghoul, staying close to wall to keep away from it. It makes no movement as you leave the room back into the hallway. The door from your small set of rooms is now open. Beyond it is the rest of the building you occupy.

You walk out as carefully as you can, which is a slow shuffle, and find yourself in a larger hallway. You look down the red-carpeted length of it and see several doors going off either side of it. Further along, a grand staircase curves down and out of sight. All of it seems familiar to you. You've definitely wandered around this building before. Many times.

>Try some of the doors on this level.

>Go down the stairs.

>Call out as best you can and see if anyone answers.

>Write in.

>>819633
>>Try some of the doors on this level.

>>819633
>Try some of the doors on this level.
Perhaps checking the rooms will allow us to piece together more of our scattered mind.

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When Harribel places her utensils down she starts slowly clapping.
"Not bad Kaizar.
You managed to make something edible!"

"Very funny!"
You respond in a sarcastic tone.

''As a reward I'll clean up the mess you left behind.''

She grabs both plates and stands up from her seat.
At first you laughed a little at her comment but your carefree joy quickly turned to horror when she actually stood up.
For the first few moments you didn't even realize what was wrong only that something was not as it should be.
Once you finally figured it out you couldn't help but point at her and mutter in feat.

"T-T-Tia!
Your hole!"

''Hmmm?"
She looks down and with a loud gasp she drops the two plates.
The ceramic shatters to a hundred pieces.

Harribel reaches down where her hollow hole used to be and finds it full.
She nervously taps it several times and with each time she gets visibly more nervous.
"K-Kaizar!
What's going on?!
What's wrong with me?"

Quickly you stand up from your chair and both it and the table are tossed aside as you rush to your wife.
"It's okay Tia!
Don't panic!"

As you get to her you immediately touch her abdomen in hopes of restoring her.
Your eyes go wide in surprise.
"I... I can't fix it!"

"What do you mean?!"

"I... don't know..."

In that moment you hear someone speaking in a monotone voice.
"I believe I can answer that question."

You turn around and see a man with pale, white skin.
He's completely naked and lacks any genitals, in addition to that his entire body is adorned with strange purple markings.
As you look into his eye you see that his iris is white while his sclera is purple.

Though you don't know who or what he is you have no doubt in your mind that he's responsible for Tias condition.

>Lash out at him with righteous fury.
>Start demanding some answers.
>Other? (write-in)

>>818665
>Start demanding some answers.

>>818665

>Start demanding some answers.

Looks like we get condom-man still.

And hey Spooky!

>>814883

You walk with optimism, passing trader caravan's and random travelers on your way, as well as passing the random farm once in a while as well as the random tiny village and such.

You had been glancing at your papers as you had been walking, thinking about the engine to use.

The route as far as you've walked, is rather gentle incline wise, but you're only now 33 kilometers out and this isn't the full 150 or so kilometers of rail you'll be building.

You stop to think and get some rest. The first 20 kilometers may have been hitchhiked with a friendly farmer but you walked the rest so far. To take your mind off the sore feet you now have, you glance at your papers in earnest, scanning every detail of each engine with scrutiny. You have 4 designs to choose from, it'll be a hard choice.

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>>814900

The first two on the list are the Leitner Model 4, a 2-2-0 locomotive and the Hemest, 2-2-2 engine.

A quick glance is all you need. The Leitner is outclassed by the Hemest but... the Hemest is double the price.

You hold those thoughts- you have two more engines to look over.

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>>814941
The next two are bit more expensive but are more proven and better than the first two, but it didn't hurt to give two weak engines a chance.

The next two engines are the L Model No.3, otherwise known as the Weasel and the DKD Beringer Tank. The difference between the last two and these two is massive- the last two are tenders but these two are tanks, a better steam locomotive engine design. And the stats of both these locomotives show it.

If one had no money issues, the Weasel would be choice, despite the lack of a cab but the DKD Beringer Tank is a good choice as well.

Which should you choose?

>Leitner Model 4 - 450k K
>Hemest - 760k K
>DKD Beringer Tank - 950k K
>L Model No.3 - 1.3 Million K

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>>814259

When Cid cuts the power to the Navaja's engines, letting it drift in the open water, the resulting silence feels like a slap in the face. This stretch of water, you realise, is not as empty as you first thought – looming up out of the waters, only very dimly lit, you see a lumpen structure. Like a fortress ripped from the ground and cast into the waters, the sight of the fortified platform is a jarring one. The Shell, you assume.

“Why have we stopped?” Camilla demands, asking the same question that you've been thinking, “Is there a problem?”

“No problem,” Cid assures you both, “It is not good, you see, to run the engines so hard. I have been terribly cruel to my ship, and now I am regretting it dearly. We will not wait long.” He offers a suitably pained smile as he says this, but Camilla just grunts in response. As she wanders back to the rear of the ship – hardly a long way away – Cid lowers his voice and speaks to you alone. “I like to come here sometimes,” he murmurs to you, “To look at The Shell. Every time, it always surprises me. The size, no, the simple... foreignness of it. Men live there, you know.”

You've been on a platform like that, you tell him, you were forced to stay there for a few days. It wasn't very interesting, you add, but it was a necessary hardship. But this isn't about The Shell, you ask a moment later, is it?

“No,” Cid admits, a slight smile tugging at one corner of his mouth, “I'm curious. You left, earlier, with the old woman. What were you doing? She is not, ah... what I took to be your type.”

Laughing curtly at his attempt at a joke, you shake your head. Not your type, you agree, but you did have a long talk. She told you a story, a pretty interesting piece of history. Falling silent here, you wait for Cid's response. When his reply is silence, paired with an imploring look, you slowly recount the story Cique told you. Almost word perfect, you remember it easily – it is as though the mazka opened your mind, allowing the old woman to carve her words into your memory. When you finish the story, you ask for Cid's take on it.

“An interesting story, to be sure,” Cid nods, “My mother, she told me a tale of her own – a rather more, ah, simple version of events. At the birth of the world, she said, a great flower blossomed and spread seeds across the land – seeds that would become all the living things in the land, man and beast. I always thought of it as a pleasant fable, not something to be taken as truth.”

Strange how things work, you remark.

“Strange, yes,” the southern agrees as he fires up the engine, “Well, about time we were headed back, I think.”

>Wake me when we arrive. I need some rest
>Ever hear anything about the wild child?
>The Orphanage. What did you make of it?
>I need to ask you something... (Write in)
>Other

>>814260
>>Ever hear anything about the wild child?
>>The Orphanage. What did you make of it?
Nice to have ya back Moloch.

>>814260
>Ever hear anything about the wild child?
>The Orphanage. What did you make of it?
Not quite as terrifying as we thought huh? Still disturbing though.

>>814567
>J. Magical matters
Let us improve on our magic!

>>814567
The Gnomes are a proud people, inventing many of the technologies used by the empires of today. The Tinker's guild of the dwarven mountains wanted to get rid of some misfits in their ranks and sent them to start a branch in Roggar. Due to the tendency of Roggar to explode into civil war, they are considered expendable by the guild and are not expected to return.

Assets:
76 Gnome craftsmen
1,664 assorted staff/family
Carthic Barca (Group's elected leader)
Lots of Dwarven workers and high eleven experts
Helena Alton (Chief and Diplomat)
Octopus recipe
The R.S.I.P.

Also A

>>814567
G

>>812865
Is that you? You consider screaming once more, until you hear the stamping of boots from somewhere above you, signaling a rush of panic that forces some much-needed adrenaline into your system. Spotting something white amidst the ruined bits and pieces of the body, you outstretch a blood-drenched claw to grab it and bring it close to your face.

[Debra Wasserman Schultz.]

Looking at the oozing carnage on the ground, you guess that this mess belongs to this “Debra” individual. Flipping the card, you notice a strange sequence of numbers and letters that seem familiar, but you can’t really put them together in your head.

[DNC Chair 2020]

What could this mean? What does ANY of this mean?

You aren’t allowed to think about it, however, as a full squad of armed soldiers fan into the room, barely sparing a glance at the horrific carnage on the ground and the fresh paint job on the walls and ceiling. Showing impressive discipline in the face of such insanity, they surround you in seconds, their rifles trained on you as they move. You count at least fifteen or so men, armed to the teeth and dressed in pitch-black armor, only a slight shade lighter than the nightmare black you wear yourself.

They seem to be waiting for you to make a move, and that really brings up a serious question for you to answer. How ARE you going to react?

>Panicked

>Hostile

>Calm

>>812868
>Calm

>>812868
>Calm

>>812451
>>Order potions and pokeballs at the local store ahead of time, despite having to talk to the shop keepers.

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>>812451

>Order coffee at the local cafe, rich nourishing coffee.

Well, if you say it like this, I really don't have a choice, do I?

Exciting times!
>wait some more

[Spoiler] I won't be constantly here, but I love the quest

>>812350
FUCK YEAH
Ive been here for the first tweo threads then I lost you, so I will read the last three and rejoin here :)
I really like your storytelling! Keep it please up

>>812350
> diplomatic incident blah blah
What a disgusting display of small town mentality.
Oh, and then blast him with force lightning with our new shaman powers.

>>812392
>shaman powers.
See, assumptions like that will only lead to deadly things when the time to investigate that stuff arrives.

>>819883

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"Night's Band" the radio said as it sputtered to life, rattling the shadowed compartment of the plane "I know all of you boys would prefer liberating some far off country from a mad ultra or something heroic like that, but we all know none of you are going to complain about a simple retrieval job"

the Six figures in the darkness said nothing, their blank masks lighting up for a moment as they turn to the cockpit, one of them chuckling with a static voice, before she went back to cleaning her old style rifle carefully. The leader, a man with a Rek'a'dari jawbone over his mask glared at her silently.

"Pay attention Hunter six" he said calmly "We're receiving our orders"

"Good thing eh? wouldn't want to go into another mess without any info" She cackled, running her hand down the gun's barrel "Again"

"We've been over this, as retarded as it is, we're not in the know" Hunter one sighed, turning back to the old fashioned radio as it buzzed again "So don't question it"

"Yes, as you know within these last two months, Government property was stolen from us, a renowned scientist went...missing along with the apparent fruits of his labor and two of his colleges" The voice said calmly and coldly, with a voice that would make a dead man afraid "And not two weeks ago one of our agents went rogue after an...unforeseen change in our relationship's climate, We believe these events are all connected"

The hunters say nothing, simply continuning packing their various tools as the voice took a pause

"So prepare yourselves for anything, because if we're right, you'll be facing a heartless, inhuman monster, the sole product of years of labor and planning, all methods allowed, restrictions released" the voice continued "good luck out there hunters, and remember, while this is a retrieval mission, we cannot allow a monster like this to run rampant"

"Understood" Hunter one said calmly, powering up his shocking gloves
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Meanwhile said "Inhuman monster" was quite busy, but peaceful, causing no real harm for anyone besides maybe Adam. It was a nice and calm day, but she was still hard at work
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What am I doing?
[] Making Cyra's costume with her help and my siblings
[] Wrestling with Mimi and mom
[] Discussing the world with Rasputin as we play basketball
[] talking and trying to cheer up my head friend
[] practicing my new teleportation and displacement powers, gained from the woman currently trapped inside of me
[] trying to figure out how to eat spicy food
[] Tinkering and making a new device
[] Helping Adam with his research paper
[] write in

>>819884
>[] Making Cyra's costume with her help and my siblings

>>819884
>[] Making Cyra's costume with her help and my siblings

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>>813795
Recap on everything that happened recently through jojo's adolescence
>tfw you're the anon primarily responsible for villain quest 2's weird ending

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>>813799
"Recapping everything? Why?"

>>813801
Dubs, that's why.

>>812259
Attack helicopter

Twitter: https://twitter.com/FalloutQM
Discord Server thing for discussion: https://discord.gg/jHgNuKw

And a special thanks to 'Some other anon' who helped me in making this quest with his talent.

Now let us get started.

>>812259
Male attack chopper

>>811417

In all fairness, even though he somewhat influenced you when that happened, you did have a good time when he was playing his mandolin in the forest. Doesn’t mean he gets away scot-free though, he’ll have to explain what this power of his does and how it works if he wants you to trust him. You don’t exactly feel comfortable sleeping near someone who can bend your will to its whim or use it for… worse things.
With all of that cleared up, you’ll need to find a carriage or something; it’s easier to move when you can sleep on the go while someone is driving plus it is more cozy than sleeping in the dirt and moss of barely dry safespots that may not be that safe. And if it’s not that comfortable, you can always throw your stuff in there for the horse or horses to pull.


Going to the local stable, you do cross an old and decrepit wagon. It’s been used for many years but these kind of carriage are built to take the abuse, at least according to Amakiir. He says that even if it looks worn it should hold up for a few month provided nobody does anything crazy with it. By the time it’s too damaged to move, you hope you’ll have enough money to get another one in better condition that should be useable for a long time.
Agna asks you to inspect it while she barters with the stable master who seems about as surprised as one can be, not a strange thing considering she was supposed to be mute just two days ago. Again, she looks like she is doing pretty well and when you come back to tell her that the wagon is fine you find the poor man sweating terribly.
He grumbles something about having to feed his family but still takes the small purse she hands him, in it a considerable sum but still a smaller one than you’d expect.
“Alright boys, I got us that wagon over here and a horse to pull it, so go pile your stuff in and get ready while I bring back Bess. It’s the horse in case you were wondering.”


Every time Agna speaks, you’re surprised at the amount of authority her voice carries; you thought that someone who didn’t speak once in their whole life would be more withdrawn when given the opportunity to talk but she doesn’t heed conventions, especially given how she clashed with her superiors… Amakiir on the other hand hasn’t been waiting for you and just carefully placed his instruments at the back.
Agna comes back with her hand on a stout mare who neighs audibly when it sees you. Animals are not your forte and being dead never made that better but you hope that Bess will get used to you. Once Agna is done attaching the horse to the carriage, there’s one choice remaining: who will drive it?
You don’t have any experience doing it unlike your companions but you think it might not be a bad idea to ride with the driver at the front, it will help fight off the probable boredom.


>Amakiir, you need to ask him a few questions and this might be a good opportunity.
>Agna, her input on the last events might be crucial. Plus Amakiir will have his hands free to play.

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>>811422
Aaaaaaaand I forgot the image for the wagon because I'm a moron.

>>811422
Agna

I say we try to get into her pants while we're at it.

>>818506
That was quick. Spamming threads?


Become eldritch horror

>>818506
>Attempt to rape your creation

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>>818546
I don't know how to even fuck a drawing. What do you want me to do, jam my dick through a computer screen?