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>>807442
"Don't dissapoint your master, I need you by my side." Plus headpats

>No words... just head pats.

Also man, a little warning next time you start a new thread would be appreciated.

>>807137

What do I do?
[] tease her for a while
[] Stalk the castle halls
[] Hunt in the richer part of the city
[] Prowl in the power outskirts along the wall
[] Ask if she's still afraid of everyone but me and her sisters
[] Turn partially into a dragon and soar through the night sky
[] Set up one of my special sweet shop
[] Make a mirror and get some "tools" from my mobile castle or somewhere else
[] write in

Also, sorry I haven't made sheets for Lifa or Maya yet, but I haven't found the time since I've been really busy off of quest days lately. Also need to make one for Cyra.

And good news, I'm going to running a game for some friends set in Da'ta, so I might get some ideas to take that quest off haitus

>>807139
>[] Hunt in the richer part of the city

>>807139
>[] tease her for a while
>[] Ask if she's still afraid of everyone but me and her sisters
>[] Hunt in the richer part of the city

Glad to hear about Da'ta, hope your game goes well.

Welcome to Modern Necromacy Quest: Redux! This time we follow Liz Shepherd from Olim, Maine, an 18-year-old high school graduate who’s just received a tome of unending horror in the mail, and is on a quest to become the best damn necromancer she can...or at least have some fun. So far we have
>Summoned a sassy cat ghost
>Claimed and secured a secret tree-house lair for all our dark needs
>gone to Portland to investigate a possibly supernatural library explosion
>failed a stealth check and got discovered by a guy digging around the library
>gotten pulled through a portal by said guy (Argus) and brought to the Seelie Court, one of two warring factions of Fae
>received an “invitation” to join the Seelie, and politely asked to meet their enemy, the Unseelie, before taking them up on it
>come home and discovered that somebody from the Unseelie is using a Stygian imp to spy on us (and quite a nice imp he was, too)
>and finally, gone to a garden store and nursery with our Dad to pick up a few things, imp and cat-spirit still in tow

Discord: https://discord.gg/ksY4q87

>>803798
"So, how's the job? I've been thinking of working part time around until i part for college"

Smooth as sandpaper

Foolishly forgot to include the links to previous archived threads so kindly provided by Skelebro. Here they are, so all of you can catch up and join us here!

MNQR #1 - http://archived.moe/qst/thread/747132/
MNQR #2 - http://archived.moe/qst/thread/766214/

>>802753
maximum hype achieved

>>802753
Fuck off, retard

>>802789
Don't be a douche, douche.

>>802753
Ask Claire what she'd think about making a novel about Peter.

>>802744
>finish the study first

>>802771
You told him that you have to finish the study first before you could follow him.

"Alright, I'll wait for you." the stranger said.

About 10 minutes later, you have finished the 30-page study and you told him that you are ready to follow.

"Alright then, Avatar," he said, "Follow me, I have a surprise for you."

You stand up from the chair and started to follow him to the fantasy section.

As you had reached to the section that he wants to meet you, he turns at you and stares with glowing blue eyes.

"What's your name, Avatar?" he asked.

>>802791
>God-Tier Chan Ready for responses!

>>802577
Ok

Why are risk threads being nuked from /B/?

anyone planning on hosting tonight?

Also

Twitter: QuestingQM

Character Sheet:https://docs.google.com/document/d/1jI0aGxA_2h3SAcPYri-1fdgskbK3IbtfEzSLJ7VY9gU/edit

Also, new title image. I don't know if it's good or not, so feel free to yell "It's cancer!" or suggestions at me!

Bumping anons.

Next bump.

Old thread:
>>766290

>>800998
>"Whaaat? was one platinum not enough? For fucks sakes man, its kind of hard to pay you when you disappear on me like that. I should dock some money from what i owe you for that."

>>800998
>>801489
>The plan was thst you would help me steal from the Dargenon and subsequently keep any coin or valuables-aside from artifacts-to yourself. Now, we havent done the deed just yet, am I wrong? Lets get going, and wheres Char and the other?

Rolled 82 (1d100)

>>799065
After that you continued onto the next stop. Which as it turned out to be a paramilitary outpost. There goods were given and you got some new temporary comrades were hired on. After that you arranged for a meet for the rest of the exchange and went off to the place. Which turned out to be a hideout of your new boss which was disturbing close to a ghoul den.

There you encountered ghouls for the first time in your memory. They were fast, strong, and tough. They still had some intelligence in them too unlike the zombies. Unfortunately you only found that out the hard way when you accidentally pissed off some their smart ones.

Which resulted in a rather fierce engagement as the smart ghouls lured zombies over to you and proceed to launch their own seperate attack. Fortunately your new boss was quite prepared for this. As suddenly many hidden turrets came online and bots were awoken. The leader ghoul was then 'persuaded' to back down and clean up the mess.

After that and searching the garage. You finally got your AI Core that was in the strange satchel online temporarily. However it was a temporary fix and after finding some maps. You discovered a lead to a think tank who may hopefully be able to return your memories to you.

In that regard you set off figuring you should have enough time for such a side trip. After confirming one of their outposts it turned out one of them knew you and informed you they wouldn't be able to help with the memory. The 'friend' had a very twisted humor and guided you to a place who COULD help.

So that was how you ended up going to banditville. Because apparently they had a dark dok who might be able to help. Once you arrived you followed the plan of your(not so smart) 'friend' of just trying to 'walk right in'...which actually worked.

And you weren't even invisible. You think he may have forgotten that fact though. After that you went to a clinic that had STRIPPER NURSES and both of you cursed about how the bandits got all the awesome shit. Eventually you were taken in back where you were met the dok you stabbed you with a syringe and you passed out.

Upon awakening the Dok informed you that whoever mindraped you REALLY knew what they were doing. As the only stuff you still had intact up there in your brain was your 'survival' stuff. Which apparently was extremely difficult to dig out. Everything else however...

Was gone.

The only lead you got on getting your memory back is maybe...just maybe whoever did this to you still had your memories in their possession. The two people whom might possibly know something about who was behind it is a Madman and a Evil Super Genius. Apparently there were extremely few groups out there in the post apocalypse who could still manage to mindrape someone that hard.

After that you met your friend's girlfriend whom was somehow the ONE uptight crazy bitch bandit in existence and she didn't like you. Like at all and apparently you owe her for debts and payback.

Rolled 5 (1d100)

>>799148
After pissing her off the two of you were finally busted by the bandits. Also as it turned out she WASN'T the only one uptight non slutty bandit bitch in existence. If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes you never would of believed it. Your 'friend' informed you he thought the same thing. Apparently the end of the world fucked people up so hard even the bandits were effected far more then you would of thought possible. I mean who the fuck ever heard of non slutty sexy bandit bitches? Its just not suppose to work that way.

After that your friend revealed himself to be incredibly handsome man as his girlfriend screamed NNOOO as he was butt naked and started to run away. Thereby attracting most bandit attention allowing you to make a much easier getaway. That as it turned out was a real risk as you would later find out after being mistaken for a newbie bandit after losing those who DID remember to follow you(and not that delicious hunk of naked manflesh). You got dragged off to where the newbie seminar where you given information.

Apparently your friend made quite the risk because if he was caught he would get gang raped and tortured to death. However you later found out apparently it was actually a hologram and after discovering some interesting things. Including you a hidden stash of a bandit(that you looted). You headed off and on the outside you ran into your invisible 'friend'. Who wondered what took you so long.

What do?
>Go back to work
>Go back inside
>Go to the nearby Think Tank
>Wander Aimlessly
>Other?

>>799148
Oh, it just occurred to me that the Think Tank might be willing to trade a Nanite Vial for something that'll keep AMY up and running on a more permanent basis.

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“Hey... you wanna dance?”

At the Halloween party, Mayu seemed... off. Of course, that was large in part due to her inebriation and the illness that came with it, but even before she took some of the spiked punch, there was a strange feeling behind her eyes. Something wrong.

“No...” Mayu mutters, her head hanging above a trashcan. Kiriko, who was sitting next to Mayu and readily comforting her as she was sick, gives you a nod. A symbolic tagging in.

“Figured you wouldn't want to...” you say with a sigh, hunkering down and sitting next to her with you back against the wall. “How about... a hug?”

Mayu shakes her head.

You chuckle. “Figured... how about just a chat then?”

Mayu remains silent, which you take as a yes.

“Sorry for not hanging out with you much tonight. I kinda got caught up in talking to Io about... stuff.”

“I'm sure it was pleasant,” Mayu answers coldly. Her voice hasn't been this cold since before the two of you were friends. “Io is a lovely person.”

“Yeah...” you nod. Your conversation with Io was very pleasant. You spoke at length with her about various Halloweens growing up, and how you were always disappointed that your dad couldn't show up. Io in turn shared the fact that she never celebrated Halloween as a kid, as her parents hated the holiday.

“How are you holding up, Mayu?” you ask. You briefly consider placing your hand on her shoulder, but you know she hates physical contact like that.

Mayu gives you no answer, but soon returns to throwing up in the bucket.

“You look like you've been crying,” you note.

Mayu pauses. “I was.”

“You just can't handle some sudden alcohol,” you reassure her. “I know being sick sucks, but it's not the end of the world. By the way... I know I was weird about it earlier, but you do look nice in that cost-”

“Kazuma, I don't deserve this.”

“Deserve what?” you ask.

“This.”

“Mayu, you're not making sense. Come on, let's get you to bed.”

And so, you lead Mayu back to the Class 1 dorms and her room for the night. The whole while she mumbles vague apologies. You hope that she can get undressed on her own in her state, before deciding to retire for the night yourself.

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The next day, you decided to check on something. Days earlier, you had agreed with Mayu to hide your stone in a lockbox and to bury it in a patch of ground behind the back of the dorms. A safe place where nobody but you and Mayu could find it. You don't know why, but this morning you felt the need to dig up the spot and check on the stone. It started as a small feeling at first, but it quickly grew into a powerful pull, a loud screeching within your skull that wouldn't let up until you checked up on it. As you dug up the spot with your bare hands, those niggling doubts and fears in your mind were confirmed... the lockbox wasn't there.

Dammit... well, maybe it's somewhere else! Maybe you got the spot wrong! You dig up another patch... nothing. It has to be around here somewhere, you have to find it! If you don't... the pain in your head won't go away...

You fingers dirty with the soil of the earth, you finally find a patch with something in it... a box. Oh thank god... but as you unearth the box, you see that it's not the same one from before. It's not the strong black lockbox with a red lining... no, this is a simple white gift box. The pain in your head, it won't subside until you find it. Confused, you open up the gift box. Oh god... the pain is unbearable now...

A chain... a rather pretty looking silver chain. One you remember all too well. It's yours, gifted to you in a box just like this one. A note... you hesitate to open it, fearing the worst, but the pain... the pain...

In one quick motion, you grab the note and unfold it, looking down at the words contained within. You... you can't believe your eyes.

“I'm sorry.”

No... no, this can't be happening... this can't...

Footsteps behind you. You spin to face them... it's her.

“Mayu... what the hell is happening?”

He head hangs low, her eye not meeting yours. She places her hand up to her chest and looks away.

“Where is it? Where did you put it?”

She doesn't speak.

“Dammit, answer me!”

“It's...” Mayu begins, choking on her words. “It's in safer hands.”

“Safer hands?” You mutter. “What are you talking about?! The safest hands are my own! The safest hands... no... you didn't.”

More silence. Disturbing, even for her.

“You didn't give it to... him, did you?”

“To Shida...” Mayu mutters, refusing to look you in the eye.

“Oh my god, you did...” you grimace. You apprach Mayu and grab her tightly by the arm, causing her to let out a light whimper of pain. “You gave it to him! How could you do that to me?! Betray me like that?! I thought you were my friend! You're just a traitor!”

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On the verge of tears, Mayu breaks away from you and rushes back to the dorms, but you're not letting her escape this easy. The pain in your head demands it... you have so many more words to share with her. You follow behind her as she enters the dorm, yelling after her.

“I trusted you, and you stabbed me in the back! Just wait until the rest of the club hear about this!”

“We already know.”

You hear Kiriko's voice ring out in a sombre tone as you chase Mayu into the common room... and then you see them. The rest of the club, your supposed friends, sitting around with wooden chairs aligned in a circle.

“What the hell is this?” you ask.

“Kaz... please sit down.”

Kiriko leads you to a chair in the circle, as she sits next to Mayu, who is seated directly opposite you, her hand up to her mouth as she looks away.

Something's wrong... the looks on their faces, the fact that they have Gado and Sae sitting at either side of you, as if you would spring up and try to attack them... what's going on? Why are they looking at you like you were some kind of monster?

“Kaz...” Kiriko begins, sad and hesitant. “We... we have to talk.”

“Yes, let's talk,” you reply. “Let's talk about what Mayu did! She stole the stone! My stone! And she gave it to that demon!”

“And she was right to do it,” Gado replies. “Face it Kazuma... you have issues.”

“Issues?!” you exclaims.

“That's right,” Gado replies. “And you're going to sit down, shut up, and listen to what we all have to say... because dammit, we're worried about you.”

You're confused... is this some kind of intervention? For what? What's gotten into everyone?

“Look Kaz, I always thought you were a good guy,” Gado explains. “But there's a reason I find it hard to trust you around Kuin. Look at yourself... you're unstable. You're so obsessed with that stupid stone, all because of what some hallucinations tell you, that you can flip on a dime. That thing lead to you stabbing Mayu, to strangling Risa... those are your friends! And the more you stay attached to that thing, the more they're in danger of you. I'm a protector, Kaz... and I want to protect you like I do the others, not protect them from you! I don't want to have to cut you down one of these... I want to be able to trust you, but... you're unpredictable. I have no idea what to do with you.”

>This coming from the mystery man.
>This coming from the murderer.
>Say Nothing. Just listen.

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>>799882
Chapter Seven: Railway Sleeper


The Sentinel looms ahead of you in the distance, the statue mostly upright and whole but with the face sanded off and both hands broken off at the wrist. The breaks are clean, the stone stumps of the statue’s arms smooth and glassy.
“This was no accident,” you say, wheezing a little as you work the pump, the crowded handcar rattling down the rails suspended over the wasteland. There is no sun and no moon tonight and what stars are left cluster together upon the horizon behind you. Continue travelling in the direction you are and there’ll soon be no stars left at all. They don’t shine upon your destination.
The tiny circle of lantern-light is the only light left, an island in an ocean of darkness that pulls back as you advance across the concrete plinths that support the rune-stamped rail and pulls back behind you the moment you depart.

“Deliberate mutilation? Seems a bit spiteful.”
Beatrice leans over the side of the trolley, the only person currently here who isn’t working the pump. It’s been you and Abe for the past hour, the witch citing exhaustion as her excuse.
“The other ones were just regular old degradation, weren’t they? It’s bound to happen sooner or later.”

And indeed there had been other ones. The maimed Sentinel looming in the darkness ahead of you is the fourth of its kind that you’ve encountered, from the shattered and fallen one you had taken shelter beneath to the two others that you have passed in the day since. Without a doubt they are the very same sculptures that Zeno described in his notes, the marker-stones of a time long gone.
Unfortunately the rain spoiled his work before you had found the time to study more than the first entry. But you remember him describing his encounter with the ‘Golemist’ as he followed the same rail you do now, meeting her at the base of one of the Sentinels. Which one had it been? This one up ahead? One of the ones before? At the very first? And if it was, would he not have mentioned it had been broken? Had it only fallen recently?
And more importantly, if the Sentinels form a semi-circle around the bay of Dis as he described, why has the rail been taking you passed so many of them? The line of Sentinels should be perpendicular to a straight rail to Dis, meaning you should have only passed the first. And yet you know that you are on the path to Dis.


>Stop the trolley to roll the bones one more time. Are you still on the proper course?


>Keep going to at least the Sentinel up ahead and try to use what you see there (if anything) to help get your bearings.

>Just keep pumping.

>An hour’s rest is plenty. Put Beatrice to work.

>Other

>>799891
>Keep going to at least the Sentinel up ahead and try to use what you see there (if anything) to help get your bearings.
Yo Ouro

>>799891
>>Keep going to at least the Sentinel up ahead and try to use what you see there (if anything) to help get your bearings.

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Your thoughts are interrupted by a woman clearing her throat. You look up from your coffee to see the diner waitress standing next to you. She asks, "How's the coffee?"

"It's, uh ..." You search for a polite way of saying it tastes like boiled cigar stubs. "It's fine."

She smiles. "Anything else I can get you?"

Your stomach growls as she says that. "Better get me a steak 'n' eggs," you say.

"Sure thing!" You watch her turn away and walk back to the kitchen. Damn, she looks good in that uniform.

You pull out your beat-up wallet and take a look. Not good. You have $15 to your name right now. The meal and coffee should run you about $5. You consider trying to skip out on the bill, even though you like this diner ...

Before you can decide, the waitress is back with your meal. "Here you go!" After setting up your plate, she says, "You know, you've been coming here for a while, but I hardly know anything about you. Most of our regulars like a little chit-chat. You're the quiet type, huh?"

"Uh ... yeah, that's me. I'm just real thoughtful."

"Well, why don't you at least tell me your name?"

Choose one or write in your own:

Guy: Boris, Johnny, Mike
Girl: Aubrey, Brianne, Maggie

>>798994
>Johnny

>>798994
>Johnny

>>797730
boring

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“Things around Dothraki tend to turn violent,” you explain. “I suggest we prepare ourselves for a potential scrap. Stick together and keep marching, but I think your sister may be in the process of conquering and burning this city to the ground.”

As one tightly-knit, cosmopolitan cluster, you push forward. Allant stops talking with the guard captain completely as you do. Annoyed at being ignored for a split second, the Meereenese soldier turns around to spy the subject of Allant's indecipherable gaze – which just happens to be your group.

Surging closer to the pyramid of House Loraq, Viserys takes the lead as he drinks in the form of his former drinking buddy. Simultaneously, roughly fifteen relatively unoccupied Dothraki take notice of your outstandingly unique presence and begin descending upon you like a pack of hyenas prepared to feast.

Only once they began shouting at you in their mother tongue does Viserys raise his voice, disgust plain in his tone.

“Allant!” Viserys yells, hand falling to the sword tied at his waist. “Tell these savages to back away. They are harrying a KING. And what is the meaning of –”

“Your sister is dead,” Allant calls out, the interrupting reply fired in an eerily calm tone. Raina genuinely gasps and you yourself find your jaw hanging slack as that abrupt revelation seems to wash the chaotic scene in a perverse silence. Even the surrounding Dothraki seem to take pause as they notice Allant speaking with you directly in a language few of them probably have a good grasp upon.

“ . . . What?” the dragon prince asks, horrified after taking a moment to register his friend's words.

“She was slain mere moments ago by an assassin,” the earthling explains with as much emotion as if he was relaying what he'd eaten for breakfast that morning.

A few seconds pass before you notice the exotic, silver-haired noble absolutely shaking in his saddle. His whole body shuddering as he takes in the news. In what looks to be a haze of confusion and uncertainty – frankly it seems you're all currently embroiled in feelings that are at least similar, if not as extreme, as what Viserys must be feeling right now – the young man dismounts his horse in a fluid slide. You'd swear he had merely fallen or was in the process of fainting if he hadn't landed squarely on his feet.

Putting a hand up to the neck of his horse, Viserys uses the living source of stability to maintain his balance.

“Where is she?” the lilac-eyed lunatic softly demands.

Whatever emotionless malaise Allant seemed swept up in before seems to genuinely melt for a moment as he observes the prince's reaction.

“Look Viserys –”

“WHERE IS SHE?!” the dragon roars so fiercely and with such vigor that it startles you all. Allant himself flinches and a few Dothraki find the jarring change in atmosphere due to Viserys's outburst reason enough to apprehend him.

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Only a raised, open palm from Allant and a quick muttering in the Dothraki tongue halts their intended actions. “Up the pyramid steps. I'll have one of my own guard escort you, your Grace.”

“Thank you,” Viserys mutters more to the ground or himself than to Allant as the mustachioed man gives a rapid order to one of his horse nomad allies.

Trodding after Allant's almond-eyed subordinate like a sullen toddler, Viserys departs your little group on foot, leaving his horse to mill about fruitlessly.

As you're promptly abandoned by your glorious leader, the hawkish and continuous gaze of the smattering of Dothraki killers particularly alarms you for some reason. The Midwife of Dragons pays no heed to the nervousness his men are eliciting and instead turns back to the city guardsman who he was arguing with earlier. They speak in a few more hushed whispers, Allant sparing you a few glances during their talk before fully returning his gaze to your group at the conversation's apparent conclusion.

“The rest of you,” Allant summons a commanding pitch as he addresses those of you left to flounder without guidance or purpose in the middle of Meereen. “I'm going to need you to dismount your horses and relinquish your weapons.”

>No
>Yes
>Run
>Something else? (write-in)

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So on with the briefing!

The UNCC High Command recently send over some top notch instructors to educate their footsloggers. With the Ethics Oversight case getting the media attention it got, they need to be seen to be handling the situation. That might be why they've been doing more routine patrols recently.

Well, the graduates of their new Seniral 'Crystal Rose' RIDER Facility finish up their their accelerated learning course this week. Good on them, I hear its hard to parallel process sixty autonomous combat units at once without developing rapid onset DID. Can't imagine a 5 month course is much good when the standard training usually takes 3 years.

Anyhow! You might be wondering why we're taking potshots at a military unit, right?

The UNCC is a little worried their investment doesn't actually fit the usual rough nature of urban pacification. If their trainee RIDERs get killed in their first action, the Crystal Rose Facility will take a major hit and the investment of High Command probably nose-dive with it. It's all gone a bit political.

We're playing the beligerent opposition in a simulated live fire exercise, to stress-test the RIDERs in an as-close-to-real situation as we can manage.

Plus, heh

Director Werenhofff pitched you were all rather good at destroying things.

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The Urban Combat Trial Area is here. Because we're pretending to have home ground advantage, we get to set up.

Our job is to hold on and attempt to fight off the UNCC RIDERs. The flag markers are zones of control. The more we hold at the end, the higher our score. The more they hold, the higher theirs.

Company betting pool gives is 9:1 against us holding any.

Standard RIDER doctrine is a light screening swarm, dispersed formations and overwhelming suppressive fire from slaved drones with the RIDERs taking out high value targets. The light drones are mostly for harassment, and you can likely shrug off their fire.

Walker models are reinforced, and will need to be brought down with concentrated fire.

Keep in mind that RIDERs can only focus their attention in a small subsection of the swarm at once, and any they're not directing are idling processing cycles to harness information. Target the RIDERs or lock the swarm up, but getting into a running gunfight with the self-replinishing urban pacification programme isn't ideal.

UNCC Conventions ban a few weapons, and they'll play nice so long as you do. We're classe as Belligerent Populations for this match, so the UNCC can't bring out mjolnir missiles, energy tech or any form of gas. If you stick by the rules, they can't escalate.

Hazardous material, energy weapons of our, self-aware code fragments or contraband high explosives means they can escalate their protocols. If you think you can match the brigands in blue, be my guest. I've got company popcorn and the entire office will be watching the match in the main projection room.

I'm counting on ya!

Ya can prepare the field ahead of time. Talk to me if you want to arrange something.

>Security Phase
>Liren can handle Map Alteration Requests.
>Your skillset aids how well you pull it off.

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Our traditional armory isn't really ideal for going toe to toe with the actual military, but I've got a few things.

If you've got something you want me to try and dig out, I can do that too.

Your show Agents. Good luck!

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>>798209
>> Luc [DC 10]
Are you asking us to roll a d20?

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>798209
>> Luc [DC 10]