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Scrumptious Calem and Kuudere Serena's Tubular Voyage Part 85: TheSteamChampeen's Enduring 2016-11-07 19:56:38 Post No.803024
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Nate (ID: !PM597lkh2g)
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Chapter Directory: http://pastebin.com/sgnYBisDWelcome readers to Scrumptious Calem and Kuudere Serena's Tubular Voyage, a ridiculously wacky over-the-top monster-of-the-week reinterpretation of the plot of Pokemon X and Y! This story has moved from /vp/ after being hosted there since Oct. 2013, if you're new and this is your first time with us, please consider catching up with the dropbox archives in the Chapter Directory for the latest on our lore and inside jokes or sit down and enjoy the ride with little-to-no context whatsoever! Either way, you're in for a show! Now enough explanations, any longer and Gen VII will have been fully dumped and datamined! Enjoy!Last thread for this chapter, for real this time tee bee aych. Also my text formatting issues should be fixed for good by now, found out earlier today what was disabling them. Max immersion, ho!
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{A SCATTERED PAST AND A TAMPERED TRUTH — KALOS POWER PLANT RUINS, LUMIOSE BADLANDS}
Volcanion looks up at the sky, or what little he can see of it through the steam. Then, in an apparent act of relent, he disarms his cannons and hooks them together to form a hoop. He continues with his tale.
[I found Magearna's trepidation to be somewhat suspect, but not entirely unfounded. She was the very product of mankind's advances, an Artificial Pokemon—but all advances come at a cost, costs that cannot be returned by any means.]
[Magearna's essence—the ethereal soul housed within the heart of her mechanical shell—was crafted by the life force of Pokemon, the very same energy she claimed the king was using to power his despair-driven invention.][A machine.. that would bring his friend back to him.]
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7t2AMjtVv28
[Magearna was grateful for the gift of life that was bestowed upon her, but forever remorseful for the lives that had to be sacrificed for it to happen. To that end, she devoted herself to nurturing young Pokemon and caring for the injured. She yearned to certify that her gift would not be wasted by giving back to the society that contributed to her awakening.]
[When Magearna caught wind of the king's plans, she was shook. For all the respect she held for him, she had a growing fear that he was making a grave mistake, and his desperation was blinding him from seeing the truth. She feared, that if this contraption were to be completed, that it would ultimately be used to commit an unspeakable calamity.]
[She could not let that happen, and refused to have more Pokemon drained of their life force, especially for such a disconcerting cause. Thus, she approached me for the sake of a ploy—to surrender my stake in warfare and aid her in undermining the king's machine by herding the kingdom's Pokemon to a safe place, where even the king could not find them.]
[I accepted the plea.I now know that was a mistake.]
A) "How come? Sounds noble to me."
B) "Why's this story sounding so familiar..?"
C) "Magearna's really not sounding as bad you make her out to be.."
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C) "Magearna's really not sounding as bad you make her out to be.."
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The old man, expressive as the stony bark of Konoha's ancient trees, inspects the young monk stumbling through the bushes into the clearing. The water nation produced only criminals -as was their nature- but this boy, tattoos of strange symbols carved along his body, was not part of Kirigakure's filth. The young lady, Rin, had provided him with the information he requested immediately. She -oddly enough- was of Konoha blood...as was the enthusiastic young entrepreneur, Yoru, who had stumbled into the two of you moments prior. It wasn't long ago that you'd hired the same man to gather intel in the craigs of Iwagakure. Months may be a lifetime to some, but true progress is found slowly growing beneath the soil of daily routine; You remember Yoru quite well, to his genuine surprise.
The stoic man glances to the two others leaning against the tree that the Uchiha had found in the Heart of the Forest, a young lady his ROOTS had identified as Asa, Blue Hawk of Kumogakure, and a surprising face he had not seen in nearly a decade...
Curious...
In a period of a few mere months, two patrons of the hidden village had joined the ranks of these...undesirables.
He hears a snake hiss behind him. Orochimaru has even retreated into the woods for now, it would seem. A young chunin, a wandering merchant, a vagrant nin, and a former mercenary captain following on the heels of a teenage cleric emblazoned in what looks to be sealing patterns.
Very Curious....
The information the foolish boy unveiled alone warrants action, but...
There is something bigger at play here, he thinks as he walks to the young man silently writhing in the edge of the clearing. In due time, this threat to the Leaf's safety will be dealt with...but for now, the roots shall absorb what they can.
For his ROOTS are everywhere.
"Ah, you must be...Amon-kun? Your friends have told me much about you."
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>Your name is Amon Shuu, a humble monk of the Water Temple.
>You have no family to speak of, another one of the many casualties of the 2nd Shinobi World War. Your luck pulled through when a wandering monk, Myatsuu, snatched you from the debris of a border skirmish between Konohagakure and Kirigakure with your village having been reduced to rubble in the midst of battle. You were 4 years old. The monk, Myatsuu, brought you back to the Water Temple in the marshy coastlines of the Land of Water.
>Nearly 14 years later, the Temple- your home- had fallen to attackers from the Village Hidden in the Mist after a young girl, Rin. Leaving to honor your duties, you travel across lands to deliver the merchant, Yoru, safely to his destination.
>Last thread you opened something you shouldn't have...and were hunted by an unknown organization. You seemingly drove off a man who called himself Orochimaru and reunited with your friends...gathered around a clearing with a strange, old man.
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You released the Speak-No-Evil seal on your bare chest. With a nealy audible *pop* from your ears, you'd felt the air and sound rush back into the space around you like a vaccuum. The old man, black-haired head bandaged around one side of his face, slowly rose from his comfortable seat on the mossy log with Rin and approached you. A short, polite smile was on his face...
You feel surprisingly comfortable around him. Quite the time and place for an old man to be taking a morning walk. You adjust your own clothing as you jump to meet the man, waiting for you patiently. Out of the corner of your eye you see Tai nursing a crumpled looking Asa heaped against a tree...there is another man there helping him. His black, empty eyes assess the girl's wounds as he addresses Tai in treating her. He's wearing a Konoha headband. It seems the ninja from that village are particularly helpful...
"Amon-kun...I do not believe we have had the pleasure. I am called Danzo. This young man is my aide in my admittedly growing year. He prefers to be called Shi."
"Might I ask what brings you to join us in our small, morning respite? Your friend seems to be in alarming condition."
>Tell Danzo you were chased through the forest after reading from a scroll
>Ask Danzo about himself, returning nothing in reply to his question
>Lie (Say what?)
>Tell him about the Snake Man
>What is he doing here?
>Ask how Rin and your friends ended up here
>Write in
XS (ID: !!6xEfm/rXmY7)
Ryukuza Quest: Protector of Smiles and Youkai Hunter 2016-11-10 17:10:00 Post No.811414
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Stage 140: Time does fly when your plotting goes awry....
You're on the phone with a childhood friend, who has maintained a closeness that could have been considered 'that way', if she weren't 'that way' for younger girls. Well, younger in a relative sense, you ARE two hundred and twenty six or so. Give or take a decade. And Kiku-chan, who is still older than you are, is definitely her type in appearance. Peta might even be older, and has Chisato neatly tied about her little finger, so you're not really worried about anything more than hugs and kisses that direction anyways.
Also, you suspect Kiku-chan might have demonstrated that she is not to be messed with.
You have been relaxing as much as you can today, between absolutely necessary duties such as making love with your wife, having sex with your samurai (there is a difference, one which you will thoroughly enjoy exploring both facets of in time), giving orders to your Harbinger and your Herald, examining priceless relics and scaring the heaven out of yourself with them, talking with your personal kami (which apparently includes one so old that even old kami bow to it), and getting oni-girls drunk and getting them to confess about their feelings.
All in preparation for destroying large sections of Japan, which comes out sounding a lot weirder than....no, it really is that weird. But that's why you're talking with the head of the local Yakuza gangs in the area. A woman, yes, but she has a few new advantages that most of her people do not. Peta-chan, the head of a nogitsune-child clan, is chief among them. A strange amalgam of human Yakuza and nogitsune-child companions are also counted among those advantages. Mainly, of course, is yourself, who arranged the previous advantages.
While the Chivalrous Organizations are criminal, they are also interested in the welfare and well-being of the average Japanese to an extent. They have provided disaster relief unasked before, and this time you are giving them time to work. Unfortunately it is very difficult to convince people that the world is coming to an end (even if it is a small one), so poor Chisato has been doing much of this preparation against the wishes of her seniors.
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Which wouldn't be so bad if one of them wasn't a Little Brother, meaning someone who has actually taken sake with the head of her organization, even by proxy. He seems to be interested in nipping the uppity junior member's activities in the bud, because they're starting to gain her recognition and notoriety, as well as interest in other ways. The fact that you have a member of the Public Security Offices in hand through Peta's assistance is also helping Chisato quite a bit you suspect, and that is a secret the Yakuza doesn't need to know about just yet.
“So, you're really going to have a talk with my bancho?” Chi-chan sounds a little nervous about it, though she's putting on a good front for anyone who isn't a Water dragonette. “I mean, Peta has offered to take care of him a few times, but I haven't let her. I mean, I know she could, because she did all sorts of stuff while we were at the police station, but I haven't got a fuckin' clue about how bad the results could be, y'know?”
[] Probably wise, to be honest.
[] Well, she'll be coming along with you to the meeting....
[] And I bet that's not all she's offered to do either!
[] I think it's pretty safe to discuss it with her at least.
[] Is there something that worries you more than you're saying?
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Interlude: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/37879167/
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>Ryukusa's Treasures
Her name: Ryuu Yorihokura
Eight hundred and sixty-one cat youkai live in your aura
Matagama-no-Shitoki, a necklace kami in its own right that protects Ryukusa from inimical magic.
Ame-no-Omukade-no-Musume – Ryukusa's mukade possessed wakizashi; a kami. “Daughter of my Centipede of Rain.”
Gendai-no-Muteki-no-Buki - Invincible Weapon of the Present Age, a secret kami-blade given to Ryukusa by Wakaba that appears to be made of some alloy of titanium.
Seido-no-Shinpi-Tekina-Ken – a mysterious bronze sword given to Ryukusa by the mermaids of Japan; actually found to be the legendary blade Ame-no-Ohabari.
Go-Yurei-no-Rensa, the Five-Ghost-Chain, used to summon or send messages to your (actual) older sister Ryuu Nabiki.
Her Penthouse in the Secret Apartments of Tsathoggua in Shikoku prefecture, Tokyo.
Ryukusa's Family.
>Talismans:
Akari – Black Jade Centipede (Mukade)
Er Yin – Black Jade Scorpion (Sasori)
Kiki – Black Jade Toad (Hikigaeru)
Kiku – Black Jade Lizard (Tokage)
Yui – Black Jade Snake (Hebi)
Inau – Black Coral Ear Cuff (Amatsukami)
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>[] Probably wise, to be honest.
>[] Well, she'll be coming along with you to the meeting....
>[] And I bet that's not all she's offered to do either!
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Thug Part, Part 2: Thug Harder 2016-11-10 01:38:24 Post No.810055
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Welcome back to Thug Quest.
You are a washed-up ex-con, Johnny, whose only real talents are taking a punch and giving them out. And you're in way over your head already.
Yesterday you were hired by the Russian mafia to run protection for a heist. The job went down without a hitch, you just had to kill a dozen or so Latino gangsters, and almost get your face cut off by a machete.
After that, though, your crew of misfits was ambushed by a hit squad, who later you found out were cops working off the books. You and a badass girl called Alex got away with a million dollars in cash. Now you're on the trail of whoever set you up.
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That night, you and Alex infiltrated a ritzy nightclub, Enigma, that might be tied to the corrupt cops. Things haven't gone as planned, but at least you're still alive. The nightclub guys had photos of your meeting that morning, before the job, and they were expecting you.
Two huge guys in suits have escorted you upstairs. You're not happy about this, but you remember that Alex is somewhere in the nightclub, with no idea that these guys are onto you. Maybe, you think, if you don't do anything stupid, you can both get out of here in one piece.
You've just stepped in to the manager's office ...
Sitting across a black desk from you is a woman, dark-haired, pale-skinned. She's maybe in her 30s, but that doesn't detract from the effect of the red dress she's wearing. A cigarette smoulders in a long holder, at rest in an ashtray on the desk.
Standing behind and to one side of her is an Asian guy wearing a gray suit. A young guy, with a light beard that can't hide the scar on his cheek. His hands are clasped in front of him, and you take a quick look at his fingers. Yep. One of his pinky fingers is a little short.
The woman speaks. "You must be Johnny," she says, in a sultry voice. Reminds you of Lauren Bacall, in those movies. "Never heard of you before today, but today I keep hearing about you." She picks up the cigarette holder, and gestures with the burning tip to the pair of luxurious chairs in front of her desk. "Sit down, will you?"
How do you want to play this?
>Intimidating
>Persuasive
>Practical
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>>Practical
Mind if I stand? I'd like to be shot standing if it comes to it.
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Magical Girl Bomber Quest and the Witch Doctor #6 2016-11-09 22:36:17 Post No.809604
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Breakfast was quiet without Knives around. The blackness on your arm was still encroaching up to your body. You were actually laying on top of your arm while you slept on some ratty mattress which probably cut the feeling of anything from it. But even now, a few hours later, you still couldn't properly feel things in the afflicted arm. Things were going to get worse if you weren't going to cure it.
Thankfully, Gatsby was busy working on the device which would help cure your arm. It was a bracer of some sort, with the Jewel embedded dead center in its boxy, ugly, and yet somewhat charming appearance. It reminded you of a tank turret, with a little tunnel for where your arm would go. Little beams of blue shot out from Gatsby's eyes as he apparently works on constructing it. You watch closely as this happens. If he sabotages anything to make you subservient to him like making it deliberately ineffective or making it permanently attached to your arm, things are going to get messy.
You look around the warehouse. Anneliese was busy patrolling around, while Val simply stares at you from one of the upper offices. “You never told them how your parents died, huh?” asks Gatsby.
“Huh?”
Gatsby looks at you as he works. “You never told them how your parents died. How they were killed by the camorra.” You purse your lips a bit. “I mean, the camorra are quite ruthless to those that wrong them, a police officer especially who refuses to turn a blind eye to their activities.”
“What are you saying?” you ask.
“You keep secrets from them, Bomber,” he says. He hops up onto the bracer, looking you in the eye. “Question is, why keep that a secret?”
“They... they never asked. And even if they did, it's not worth telling them,” you mutter. “Lots of Magical Girls have dead parents anyway, Liberty has a dead dad, Lightning's parents are... probably dead. It's how you Messengers operate, you take the girls who seem expendable, who can disappear easily, that way no one misses us if we die. That's how it works, right?” You fold your arms, glaring at him.
“I suppose,” he says. “I didn't recruit you specifically though just for that. And indeed, many Messengers have specific reasons for recruiting a Magical Girl, more than just to fight evil and monsters from the Immaterium.”
“Then why me?” you ask.
He tilts his head. “I felt pity for you. First time I ever saw you was you being beaten up by a group of girls outside the orphanage.” You remember that day. You cried so much that day, all those bruises and marks. “Bomber-”
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“If this is another attempt to make us come together, Gatsby. Forget it. I've made my choice. I like where I am,” you explain. “Can't you accept that?”
“... I wish I didn't have to,” he says as he goes back to work. “Still, I wouldn't keep secrets, Bomber. They are your friends. They'll accept you for who you are regardless of your parentage or lack thereof. There is camaraderie to be found in strife.” You suppose that's what brought you close to Gatsby in the first place. All those days being beat up, bullied, crying alone in your room. Then suddenly he offers you this chance to be a Magical Girl? Take revenge on those who killed your parents? Wander the streets like a real adult? Who wouldn't?
You'd probably still do it if you had the chance to do it again.
> Join Anneliese on patrol.
> Watch Gatsby as he works.
> Wave hi to Val. That staring is getting creepy.
> Other
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>> Join Anneliese on patrol.
We aren't a magic-less cripple yet, we can still help more than sitting around like one.
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> Join Anneliese on patrol.
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Exalted Quest (Session 118) 2016-11-09 12:46:43 Post No.809020
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It's been a long day. And it's not over yet.
You return to the safehouse, mentally going over your situation on the way there.
Rankar will marry his son to your sister Eskarin this afternoon, at sunset, and you're determined to stop that from happening. Even if there's going to be a LOT of security, and he still has your dad hostage.
You managed to obtain inconspicuous weapons, and a promise of non-interference from nearly all of Gem's trading noble houses and relative businesses: Arbani (weaponsmiths), Sahlaks (brothels and dream parlors), Circla (gladiator pits) and Trasti (banking),
As for house Iblan (into the gold and silver and precious metal mining business), Mikahil and Lynne are on the case, trying to find out what's going on with them and if they can be persuaded to stand on your side, or at least not on Rankar's.
Meanwhile, there have been strange sightings of "armored ghosts" in the Despot's mines, Rekka, the Flying Blade has become his bodyguard for some unexplained reason, and generally there's an air of tension and paranoia hanging over Gem.
It's afternoon. You got three hours at best before the wedding starts.
The safehouse is full. Except for Mikahil and Lynne, everyone else is here: Zareen, Starfall, Talon, Aexel, Karas, Valeriana, and now yourself and Tia. They're all clothed in common, inconspicuous clothes and carrying the normal-looking weapons Old Man Arbani graciously provided.
Huh. You really do look like a suspicious mob of revolutionaries! Your friends and circlemates nod and wave welcomes to you.
Tension runs high. Even though the opposition is PROBABLY simple mortals, everyone is understandably nervous. If you're outed as Anathema, the thing could spin out of control and the Realm could well decide to block food shipments to Gem and starve the town out. And on top of all that, there's SOMETHING going on here that none of you fully grasped yet.
You didn't even find out where your mother is, or what happened to her. Your last hope is that either Rankar or your dad might know something.
Your brother Karas is sitting on one of the chairs in the small living room, feet propped up on the table, absent-mindedly shuffling a deck of old cards. "What's the word, Maka?"
>We should move out now. Let's work on a plan on how to stop the wedding, knock Rankar off the throne, and get my dad back on it.
>We should wait for Mikahil and Lynne to come back, first. I don't want to start without them, and they might have found out something important.
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>Who are we?
Maka, an exiled noble Exalted as a Zenith-caste Solar. Queen of Gem, now ruling the western island of Tianna. You have gathered a vast amount of allies and friends, and defeated every threat to Tianna up to now, though not without difficulty.
You recently discovered that Tianna is actually an artificial island, built around a First Age Titan: an almighty flying fortress. Your forces have crushed the Bodhisattva Anointed by Dark Water, a Deathlord who tried to usurp its power for himself.
And now, on the day of your wedding, the Unconquered Sun Himself appeared to you and crowned you Princess of Creation, asking you to be an example for others in these dark times.
After securing the alliance of the nearby realm of Neck (or Okeanos, as they prefer to be called), you received news from your remote homeland of Gem: Rankar, the man who usurped your throne, holds your father and sister prisoner, and is about to marry her to his own son in an attempt to solidify and legitimize his power over the city.
>Solar? Zenith? I don't know Exalted...
This quest is as newbie-friendly as possible, and I want it to work as a newbie's intro to Exalted. If you have ANY question, ask in thread. For the setting, google "1d4chan exalted".
>Archive?
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Solar%20Quest
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Solar%2C+Quest
>System?
Dicepool-like system. When performing an action, everyone rolls 2d10 when posting. The first X rolls are considered, where X is equal to attribute + ability.
>XP?
Attributes cost [current score x5] xp. Abilities cost [current score x3] xp, except Zenith costing [(current score x3) -1]. Charms cost 10 xp, except for Zenith-based charms (related to charisma and physical/mental fortitude) which cost 8 xp. At the end of every "session" (thread) you will be presented with a list of possible acquisitions.
>Twitter?
@exaltedfag
>Any questions?
http://ask.fm/Exaltedfag
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Hello everyone still following this Quest. Sorry for the hiatus. I'm back.
The last few months have been really tough for me because of [blogshit you don't care about]. I'll do my best to run more often.
This thread, and probably future threads, will be more slow-paced than usual, so please be patient. My brain is still working on /tg/ thread speed clock time sometimes, but now I can't give my undivided attention to the thread throughout 1-2 days so I'll just post when I have the ability to.
Thanks for your patience.
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>We should move out now. Let's work on a plan on how to stop the wedding, knock Rankar off the throne, and get my dad back on it.
We can at least get started and lay down a baseline plan while we wait, although I do have some ideas that need Lynne for them, but Starfall can work too.Tia as a last resort.
I do hope nothing is wrong though, could we send out some runners looking for them?
Nice to have you back EF, I hope the thing went well or at least it's not as shitty as it was.
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Welcome to the third installment of Kevin Quest!
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Discord: https://discord.gg/7CEYTjc
Previously on Kevin Quest, Kevin escaped the clutches of the Canadian Prime Minister once more, immigrated to Russia, and overthrew the Russian mob with the help of said Russian mob. Last time we saw Kevin he was heading to Norway, trying to finally settle down without anything like cybernetic Canadians or Russians with crowbars interfering.
What will happen next on Kevin's grand adventure?
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IC:
After I fully recovered from my gunshot wound, I bought an airplane ticket to Norway, hoping to obtain peace and find myself. I sit here reading a good book and admiring nature's beauty outside of my window. Surprisingly, my seat isn't that bad. Some average Joe is sitting next to me, which is abnormal, since during most of my air travel I get stuck between two sleeping fat guys.
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Talk with the average joe see where he's from. Pass the time. See if we can get airplane dinner from a hot airplane maid
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Start some small talk with the guy. Ask him his name and where he is from.
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Your name is Haskell, son of Sven. A young Norse man of about seventeen, and heir to a family that has long since begun spiralling. A father who lost most of his hand raiding, a mother who took ill on a sickness brought back on the longships, and a brother who’s entire raiding party hasn’t been heard from in six months, presumed lost to the sea.
That’s about to turn around. When the local raidmaster watched you kill a frost giant in single combat, he decided to toss luck to the wind, and offered you a spot on a longboat. You accepted, and took a job to prove your worth, running a small wagon of food up to a temple in the mountains.
There, you found answers to a dream that had been plaguing you all your life; you were a Paladin, the chosen champion of Odin, as were three of your closest friends. Currently, your priority is to find the mythical Atlas of the Conqueror, last held by Charlemagne, and presumed to be somewhere in mainland Europe. Not much to go on, but it’s said that you don’t find the Atlas. You simply come across it when it believes you ready.
Important Links:
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You wake, early in the morning. In your waking stupor, you know that you’re excited, but can’t quite remember why. You slowly get dressed, trying to to fall over while still in the process of waking up.
You attach your seax to the front of your belt, and feeling the blade in your hand kick-starts your memory. You get on a boat to day, over to the Baltic to kick the teeth of some slavs in. You burst into action, sprinting around the house getting ready, despite the fact that the boat won’t leave for hours.
Neverminding that minute detail, you pack your weapons, armor, and other gear as tightly as you can, setting it by the door, barely able to contain yourself. There’s no way you can just wait the next four or five hours away. You need to do something.
>Find someone (Who?)
>Go somewhere (Where?)
>Do something (What?)
>Write-in
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See your father first and foremost. Then we can go find Knut, Anders, and Erik. If we have time, we could stop to speak with Geira.
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“This is GNN radio station, proudly being a thorn in the government’s ass for nearly 17 years in a row! And boy... BOY OH BOY do we have a whopper of a news story for you this time kiddies! Versino! You know that bright and shiny city? Headquarters of the bright and shiny Heptagram research, stuffed full of the bright young minds of tomorrow in what was heralded as ‘the city of the future’? Well kids, odds are that you’ll need to find another university soon! Remember that ongoing story I mentioned nearly a week ago? The one that implemented a ‘media blockade’ so fast that it may’ve well been the fucking Roadrunner passing the bill? We’ve got information out of that notoriously mute city, and its not good. Heptagram? It's gone, dead, infinito, history! Whatever happened at the labs there, and let's face it everyone who has half a BRAIN would’ve known the seriously unethical shit going down there, has apparently caused ‘significant damage to the campus complex’. But don’t worry! Your boys in the good ol’ blue have the entire situation under control... so that’s why they moved in a military force that’s capable of demolishing a small country into a single city. Right... Control...”
“Osvald would you please turn that thing off. We’re here to relax not make ourselves even more depressed.” you yell outside the changing room.
“Apologies, I was seeing if I could receive incoming radio signals.” Osvald says as he turns off the radio.
“I’m still lucky that my old swimsuits fit me.” you reply as you step out of the changing room wearing your white bikini that matches your skin colour almost perfectly, various pieces of your armour left inside of it. “Are you certain that you rather be looking at my armour rather than taking your chance at swimming?”
“I thank you for your concern, but that is unnecessary. I require no such thing. Our continued survival is more important, and having access to the necessary tools needed to perform various maintenance on your armour after such extended use means that I cannot possibly pass up such an opportunity.” Osvald says walking into the changing room after you, picking up your armour pieces.
“And you’re absolutely certain it's safe here?” you ask Osvald. Understandably you feel a bit nervous without the armour and the protection it normally affords.
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“Positive. The windows are mirrored from the outside so there is no way to view inside. The limo we rode in on had no signals incoming or outgoing of any kind, and I fed dummy programming to the basement parking security cameras.” Osvald says as he grabs a handful of your armour pieces, carrying them over to a table full of heavy duty power tools with pieces of Father Marcellius’s armour laying on the table as well.
You give a small sigh as you nod. “Right then.”
“I understand your concern Hibiki. Young woman often place a high emphasis on their own physical appearance and attractiveness. It is highly unlikely that people will be deterred by your augmentations as they are considered more socially acceptable, and far more likely that people will look at you and see the undesirable traits of things below average in categories such as bust size, height, and hip to waist ratio.”
- “...Thanks for your support Osvald.” Osvald offers praise in his own unique way.
- “So what if my sister drew the bigger straw for genetics! I’m still an Olympic athlete!” Get mad
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Oh fuckbaskets, its supposed to be Mission 8... Oh well.
>What is this quest?
Alchemical Blade Prequel Quest, a quest set in the Modern version of Creation from the Exalted setting, focusing on how the robotic Alchemical Exalted came to be within the setting. If you love hints of Cyberpunk and high action quests, then you may enjoy this quest.
>Who are we?
The quest is mainly going to be played out in flashbacks, in which during the flashbacks we take control of the Moonsilver caste Alchemical Exalted Junpaku Hibiki, while in the current time you play as “Anonymous”. The game will take place within the city of Versino within the central continent of Creation Meruvia. Labelled as a dangerous and murderous science experiment gone rogue, you need to evade forces of the mightiest army within Creation sprinkled with the powerful Elemental supersoldiers known as the Dragonblooded, trying to find out who is responsible for what you’ve become and how to escape their clutches once and for all.
>Alchemical? Moonsilver? I don’t know anything about Exalted, much less Modern Exalted...
I’ve made this quest to be as friendly to newbies as possible, and I also see it as an introductory guide to the World of Modern Exalted. You can google “1d4chan Exalted” for information on the general vanilla setting, but what I’ll be using is the Modern Version of Exalted as shown in “Shards of the Exalted Dream” book, in where its Alchemicals are quite different than those of Vanilla Exalted. Feel free to ask any question about Exalted in the thread and I will do my best to answer it.
>Archive?
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Alchemical+Blade+Quest
>System?
Dicepool system. When performing an action, everyone rolls a number of d10’s based on what the action is (I will list the pools for most actions, but if you want to have a roll for an action, ask and I’ll make the dicepool for it). The first roll is the one that’ll be used, but if someone makes another roll for a different action and more people vote for that, I’ll be using that one instead.
>This seems hella complicated, is there any way you can boil things down for me?
http://pastebin.com/NexXpPC1
>XP?
Favored Attributes cost 4 XP per dot to increase (Underlined on stat sheet when released) while non-favored ones cost 5 XP. Abilities themselves cost 3 XP per dot to increase naturally. All charms cost 6 XP per purchase with Dedicated slots costing 4 XP each and General ones costing 6 XP each. At the end of every “mission” (In game objectives set by either me or some goal the audience desires) you will be presented with a possible acquisition list of charms. Experience can also be gained by developing the character, learning about the world, or just in general things people find interesting.
>Twitter?
@Sandact6
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>- “...Thanks for your support Osvald.” Osvald offers praise in his own unique way.
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Welcome to the City of Souls quest.
The City of Akendor was once one of the greatest in the world. One day, it was destroyed. How is unknown, because no one survived the incident. At least, no one who's talking. The Templars quickly moved in to control the situation, but found the city had become a strange nightmare realm, where the boundary between the physical and mental realms had blurred, even ceased to exist. The population, some half a million people,do not rest quietly, and haunt the city to this day, in varying degrees of unlife.
You are one such lost soul, and this quest is your story.
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You awaken lying on the floor. Sickly light comes through the holes in the mouldering curtains. Somehow, still, that little bit of light repulses you. As you roll over to put your back to it, a layer of dust that has built up over everything, even you, is disturbed, and you find yourself in a smog of ashen dust that cloys your throat and leaves your eyes watering.
Coughing dryly, you push yourself up to a sitting position. You pause half way, staring down at your hands as the dust slowly settles around you. Your skin is an unhealthy brown, no colour a living being would have, and countless cracks run across it. Your fingers are more like claws, withered things you would struggle to hold something with, while your arms are emaciated, so thin that the cracked skin covers little but bone. You study the rest of your body quickly, but the rest is the same. You can't even tell what gender you are. The remains of clothes fall off you, turning to dust even from the tiny disturbance of your movements.
The room you are in was once a bedroom, but the furniture is so dilapidated you can't tell much from it. Once, there had been a mirror on the wall, but it must have shattered when the frame rotted and it fell from the wall, as bright fragments glitter on the floor between pieces of rotted frame. You crawl across to the fragments anyway and pick one up in clumsy hands, turning it towards you.
The visage of your sunken ghoulish face, hairless cracked scalp and most of all the unnatural ghost-lights playing deep within your eyes... they're all too much. You throw the fragment of mirror aside in horror, slicing your hand in your haste. You retch for a few moments, overcome by disgust at your own form, and let out a few sobs, the sounds horrifying muted and distorted by your ruined throat.
Eventually, as you calm down, you realise the pain of the wound is a distant thing, and you look down at the cut, waiting for blood which never comes. Dry flesh meets your gaze, barely distinguishable from the corroded skin that covers it. You flex your hand, but it works fine.
You try to swallow, which takes several attempts. You can't sit here weeping and cringing forever. What now?
>Search the room.
>Leave the room.
>Draw the curtains and look out the window.
>Write in.
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>Draw the curtains and look out the window.
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Throw back the curtains!
Can we do anything to further check ourselves? Can we take our pulse, find a mirror, check our skin?
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The continuing story of violence and desperation.
Previous thread:http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/49132860/
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PERSONAL CREDITS: 0
LESATH EXPERIENCE: 2
FOX FIRE EXPERIENCE: 0
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"Forget what your dad says! I forget about what mine say!" You wrap your newfound little sister in your arms. "Its cool that you can change colors and stuff!"
"R-Really?"
"Yeah! I don't think you look like a crayon drawing. You look like...well you look like something I would paint Sis!"
"You paint?" Your sister looks up at you, green and red eyes wide in admiration. "As in...art?"
"Oh, I have little moments of inspiration where I just have to draw something. One of the dads says its a "glitched over-stimulation of the visual processing software" but that's stupid, just like saying your skin is a glitch of your prismatic skin is stupid. I'm an artist, and you're a work of art!"
Colors pass in a confusing pattern across her face. She flashes blue, then green, then red, but through it all you can see a definite and constant smile.
"So uh...you don't get along with your dads a lot either, huh?"
>I HATE THEIR GUTS
>TWO OF THEM ARE OKAY, ONE IS EVIL
>TWO OF THEM ARE...TOLERABLE. ONE IS EVIL.
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>TWO OF THEM ARE OKAY, ONE IS EVIL
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>TWO OF THEM ARE OKAY, ONE IS EVIL
Eyyy we're back!
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>Slashy the Pumpkin says: Welcome back boys and ghouls to the second part part of CAMP RED WATER, the Summer Camp where children learn all about survival in the woods...through hands on experience! He-he-he-he!
This is a team vs team skirmish quest. Ideally you choose to play for either the slasher team or the survivor team, but you can play for both teams if you like. The goal is to tell a fun story and help develop a simple forum RPG system.
Also to totally punk the other team.
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Welcome to Camp Red Water, a children's summer camp staffed by teenagers. The camp is designed to force children to focus on the solitude and majesty of nature. There's one emergency phone in the mess hall (middle left) now cut. The nearest town is miles away. Phones don't connect. The Internet is far, far away.
Far back behind the boys and girls cabins lies an old abandoned cabin (not pictured), a leftover from when The Order of Syrinx stood on this land. The Order was an esoteric group rumored to hold Satanic rituals back in the "Satanic Panic" days of the 1980's. According to ex-member testimony they practiced child sacrifice. But when the FBI encroached on the compound to raid it Waco-style...they found not a soul, and no evidence of Satanic practice.
Survivors, don't expect to find escape from the garage or docks. The Slashers have already made certain escape through car or boat is impossible...
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THE SURVIVORS
Starting from the top left and moving right...
>SHELLY THE CREEPY AND KOOKY
Camp camp with an interest in the camp ground's occult past. His investigation of the abandoned cabin led him to his death.
Status: Dead in the abandoned cabin
>REN THE JOCK
REN
"Aw come on, what's a headlock between buds?"
PASSIVE:2
HEALTH: 4
NERVE: 4
SPECIAL: GO JOCK GO!
Ren is a monster on the gridiron. The killer has -2 speed when he attempts to chase Ren.
Status: Walking from the utility shed, about to bump into Lynn.
>KENNY THE BEST BRO
KENNY
"No worries bro! Think of the great outdoors like a virtual forest..but its a real forest instead!"
Passive: 1
Health: 1
Nerve:3
SPECIAL: TRUE BRO
Kenny is a bro's bro. He may transfer damage from a killer's attack to himself.
Status: Gravely wounded after finding Shelly in the abandoned cabin...and his killer. He managed to evade the killers and alert other counselors. Is with Val and Sammy hurrying from the cabins to the relative safety of the mess hall.
>MARY THE NERD
MARY
"I wish I was home building my dungeon..."
Passive: 1
Health: 1
Nerve: 1
SPECIAL: THIS IS JUST LIKE MY RPG GAMES!
When in an encounter with the killer the killer fails all cunning rolls until Mary is killed.
STATUS: In the utility shed playing Dungeons and Dragons with a group of children and Johnny, oblivious to the carnage outside.
>SAMMY THE LEADER
Sammy
"I didn't vote for you..."
PASSIVE:1
HEALTH:2
NERVE: 3
SPECIAL: I'M THE LEADER
When he is in a group his group has killer rerolls equal to the size of the group. When he is killed or his nerve fails the killer gets survivor rerolls equal to the size of the group.
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STATUS: With Kenny and Val moving the kids from the cabins to the mess hall.
>VAL THE LEADER
VAL
"Remember we all voted I was the one in charge?"
PASSIVE: 1
HEALTH: 2
NERVE: 3
SPECIAL: I'M THE LEADER
Game of Thrones fan and head organizer. His up tight attitude tends to rub his friend the wrong way.
Status: With Kenny and Sammy moving the children from the cabins to the mess hall.
>JOHNNY THE DEAD FUCK
JOHNNY
"I want to be with you like the gilded sun wants to bathe the land in blazing golden rays of solar sunshine"
PASSIVE: 2
HEALTH: 3
NERVE: 2
SPECIAL: LOVE IS A LIE
The computer doesn't lie Johnny. But look on the bright side, your chivalrous instinct means that you have to die before the killer can target anyone of the opposite sex in your group.
Verbose purple poet, luckless in love.
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STATUS: With Mary and group of kids in the utility shed playing Dungeons and Dragons, hoping that he can woo Mary with a display of bardic skills in game and out of game.
>LYNN THE MARTIAL ARTIST
LYNN
"I just don't get along with people, okay?"
PASSIVE: 2
HEALTH: 4
NERVE: 4
SPECIAL: I KNOW HOW TO FIGHT BACK
When Lynn is in an encounter with the killer that killer takes damage when they score a failure on a ferocity roll, not just a critical failure.
The closest thing the quest has to a main protagonist. Nature lover and moody, anti-social martial artist. She's been Mary's friend and protector sense they were little girls. Her hair is naturally white, and she's extremely sensitive about it and so keeps it dyed black. She's sunk her academic chances with too many fights and now hopes to make it through MMA.
STATUS: Recklessly rushing to the utility shed to rescue Mary and Johnny and the kids before the Slashers can get them.
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"By the balls, Roomba."
She slams the mug against the table, making you wonder how neither it or the bar broke. It's
more of a wonder, however, that it's actually a hornmother sitting at the other side of the bar,
holding the big wood mug with a small white hand.
"Those nazis at the First would have small Leader by the balls if she had any." She takes
a respectable sip from the makeshift, old mug. You wait up the slam; pum! there it is. "It's not
the Link. That's almost a souvenir, knowledge alone is useless. It's the Second." She lifts the
mug, again, but it's empty. "There's just one reason the First doesn't fuck up the Second.
The Armas. That means the First doesn't think they can handle the Hands on their own." The
hornmother pauses, then simply frown. "That's how fucking bad everything is right
now. What does this has to do with Leader, you ask?" She points at you with the mug, in
silence. "Exactly." She says right after you open your mouth. "The Second doesn't fuck up
the Greathorn because the First could blow us the fuck into deep sea, yet the First doesn't
want to fuck with the Second because of the Hands. So why is the First not letting the
Second sink the Greathorn? More beer, Roomba."
You let out a small waterfall into the mug. Sometimes, you just have to hear. The
hornmother takes a big sip, some of the fresh liquid falls across her chin.
She stops and takes a deep breath. "Leaderhorn. That's why nobody fucks with the
Greathorn." She stops, again, as if suddenly turning off and rebooting. "And where's
Leaderhorn now?"
It's the first hornmother you saw in the Second, the one that works by the entrance of
the Hangar. She soon quit her job, and now lives rent-free on the third floor. "I feel guilty."
She says loudly. "You ended up in this reeking shithole because of me."
"That's not..." you start, as a big fat man, one of your usual customers, turns to glares at the
hornmother. You flinch, as she glares back in sheer anger.
"Do we have a problem?" She asks, politely. "You fat piece of shit?"
The man stands. Not an easy process by any means, but all his mass and grease is soon
standing. He spins and cracks his neck, as everyone around, with all their remaining
sobriety and sanity, turn to look at the show. Some giggle. Some just stare awestruck, their
mouths gaping. The fat man walks up behind her, yet the himehorn's eyes are fixed on yours. He's soon smashed against the floor over and over by an invisible force. Soon, as you grimace and everyone at the bar stands in panic, he starts sobbing.
"Ever heard of hime abstinence, Roomba?" she resumes, calmly.
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It takes a while to unglue your eyes from the man over the floor, yet you manage to meet
hers again. Then shake your head, unsure of what to say.
"You take one of us from our herd, and we are naturally bound to miss it. It's like going from
two packs, no, three packs of smokes to smoking a small branch every two weeks. And
I mean a literal branch." Speaking of which, she takes out a small white stick from her jeans,
under her completely casual shirt.
"I've qualified for the Arma treatment." she resumes, completely ignoring the looks and
whispers behind her. "They are letting me get fucked one last time. Good guys. So I chose
this place. Will that pizza be here before I'm dead?"
"Sorry!" you manage to smile at her, tilting your head to the side as you strike a pose. "For this
inconvenience we will add free french fries with your order!"
"That sounds good, finally a tad bit of kindness." The hornmother takes another sip
from her mug. "Too bad they don't let you take those cat ears off. You look retarded." You
laugh faintly, scratching your actual ears."The pain never goes away. It's like having a splinter
up your chest and fighting, all day, the urge to just rip it off from you. Without the splinter."
She takes, yet, another sip. "It gets easier. After a while. Small Leader gave no crap about
it."
The himehorn stands, at once, her eyes closed. And she remains like that, as if unsure of how
one takes a step.
"Keep the pizza and the fries, hope those make this shithole easier to bear." she giggles,
bitterly. "I still don't know what to write in it." She says, still closing her eyes. "The plaque.
The one in an Arma's forehead. Any ideas?"
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The hand is dealt, two cards for Trash and for you. You look at yours and look at her face. The
small face of the black man from the cereal box is the dealer's button, and it's on your side.
And you /know/ she has nothing. You check.
"Fold", Trash says.
"You didn't even check." You say, carefully mixing worry and mockery in your voice.
"Fuckin' fold." The templar silently slides the two cards to the side, where Vaal picks them
up. "What are we playing for, anyway? What do these even mean?" She points at the two flakes
at her side, her big blind.
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"Poker chips, err, flakes! Unless you actually wanted to bet on this?~ We'll keep going till someone looses all their chips or I think I've got a good feel for their skills if it's been going on for too long, but I get the feeling that's not going to be a problem haha!"
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Howdy folks, an' welcome back to Magical Girl For Hire Quest!
You are Miranda Styles, a relatively unscrupulous magical girl currently working for Silver Eye Solutions, a umbrella corporation for magical girl mercenaries such as yourself, located in scenic The Intersection, a dimensional nowhere and everywhere where you rest, recuperate, live, and get details for your next job.
At the moment, you're ON your next job- with your friend Lorelei. You're playing exterminator (and possibly a few other things) for a Mr. Theodore Angus Cain, a rail tycoon in an old west full of monsters, and not so full of magic. Although it exists, you'll have to watch yourself. Recently, you've gone from the small town of Credo to the slightly larger town of Corson, where you helped out with the townsfolk a bit with some monster problems. You also met a strange native who swore vengeance on you because...reasons.
Now with your wallets heavier, you're both making your way to Saint Augustine, one of the bigger cities on the frontier, and apparently a stop for your employer. There's also the matter of a parcel you intend to deliver to Greenwater, a small village not too far past Saint Augustine.
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Part of you kinda wishes you had some nice music to listen to as you ride through the wild frontier. It was really rather picturesque at times.
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You have to say, it’s actually kind of peaceful, the traveling. The windswept lands are pock marked by various rocky hills, crags, and you can see the mountains in the distance. You find yourself riding past several native animals- some that look like old fashioned deer, or cougars. Others that look like a mix between cats and raccoons, a tortoise that’s too big and had a lot of moss on its back. Lorelei looks at it funny, like she wants to crack a joke, but shakes her head and you both keep on in companionable silence.
It’s fortunate that you don’t seem to have too much trouble traveling- you suspect that might be due to eventually getting onto a major pathway, however- as you find yourself occasionally being passed by riders going north for some reason or another, or coming around the large plateau, from the east. Evening hits soon enough, however, and you both eventually decide you’ll need to camp out. You can tell by some discarded trash here and there and the occasional fire pit that such an option was made fairly often.
Lorelei starts setting up the tent, whilst you prepare a fire. You’ll likely hit Saint Augustine in the morning, at least. Soon enough, you’ve gotten a decent burn going. “We’ll try to wake up early,” you say. “Once we get to Saint Augustine, we should be able to-”
“Hello there!” Hm? You look out into the distance from the direction you came, to see a group of four men riding up to you. They all seem around middle aged, the one who called out to you having a thick, black beard and a crinkled smile as he tips his hat. “Apologies for the suddenness, but I was wondering if’n you ladies might permit me and mine to gather round?” As he gets closer, you can see he’s well dressed for traveling, in strong leathers and boots, and has what looks to be a club of some sort alongside a chain. “We’ve been travelin’ for some time and, well, safety in numbers, right?” The three behind him nod- one's a slim man in both body and face, clean-shaven, with only a few brown hairs dropping from his hat as he eyes you. The one in the back is far more rough looking, pockmarked with moles, and a squashed face and bulbous nose. He’s putting on dashing grin at the both of you...or at least trying to. His attempts look more hilarious than anything, honestly. The one on the speaker's right is near bald, but has a very well kept, bushy mustache, and his eyes are sharp, checking you both out.
“Weeelll, I s’pose havin’ some nice, strong fellas here might not be so bad…” Lorelei winks at them. “But I’d say my good friend here should have a say in things as well, right?” She turns to you. “Whaddya say, Glory? Think we might could let ‘em rest in peace tonight?” She winks at you- she’s turned fully away from the group, so they didn’t see it. Hm. Wonder what she’s up to.
> “I suspect we can let ‘em sleep here, yeah.”
> “You’ll have to excuse my concern about strange men…”
> “Not exactly interested in having company tonight, Grace…”
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> “I suspect we can let ‘em sleep here, yeah.”
I'm sure everything is going to be fiiiiiiine.
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>> “I suspect we can let ‘em sleep here, yeah.”
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You roll over in your bed, cold sweat covering your body. You had another nightmare. You can hear your little sister down the hall, talking on the phone about schoolwork with a friend. You check your watch; it’s 12:30pm on a Saturday. You sigh, looking around your shadowy room. In your nightmare, you remember holding a strange looking knife, drawing the blade across your own skin, watching as the blood sizzled and smoked away into nothingness. You remember the monsters that surrounded you, some of them almost human, clawing and leering at you. You remember also that you had a role, a path to walk. What was your path?
>Contender. You sought great personal power at the expense of others.
>Martyr. You wished to help others at any cost.
>Exile. You were an aimless wanderer.
>Seeker. You were looking for answers to the mysteries of life and death.
>Slayer. Your mission was to destroy the vile and unnatural things surrounding you.
>Harbinger. Your ultimate goal was to bring about the End of Days.
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>Martyr. You wished to help others at any cos
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>>Exile. You were an aimless wanderer.
This feels very familiar. Was there a cyoa back on /tg/?
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Yeah, I've based this off of a CYOA that can be find in the current CYOA thread on /tg/. I'm really only copying the mechanics and some other things though. I was going to link the CYOA at the end of the thread in an imgur album, but you've beaten me to the punch.
>>http://imgur.com/a/EYao7